fiction and creative non-fiction from Brennan Quenneville
Over the course of a month, I'm posting a short novella titled We Almost Had It which traces the friendships and romances of a group of thirty-something social media managers in Seattle as they try to figure out what a fulfilling life looks like in the digital age. The story was inspired by Shopping Is a Feeling, [...]
Over the course of a month, I'm posting a short novella titled We Almost Had It which traces the friendships and romances of a group of thirty-something social media managers in Seattle as they try to figure out what a fulfilling life looks like in the digital age. The story was inspired by Shopping Is a Feeling, [...]
Over the course of a month, I'm posting a short novella titled We Almost Had It which traces the friendships and romances of a group of thirty-something social media managers in Seattle as they try to figure out what a fulfilling life looks like in the digital age. The story was inspired by Shopping Is a Feeling, [...]
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, and builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. Wilfred Owen, 'The Parable of the Old Man and the Young' It Will Kill You Donalson sat in the deep mud, his legs pulled up to his chest, his hands wrapped [...]
It all happened in a moment. I saw a man crouching on the highway, his back pressed against the half-wall of the median, his arms outstretched in front of him, palms outward in token of peace as the cars rushed by him in terrifying wave after terrifying wave. His face was rigid and still, his [...]
When it began she was hardly a person at all. Just a soft, mushy, doughy little thing. And so this is the only world she knows. It's formed her, or at least a part of her. It's made her tough. Tougher than I am, though she doesn't know it. Someday, if she's lucky, she'll grow [...]
I wake to find the devil sitting near my bed. "Good morning, Jeff," he says. I rub my eyes. I am, obviously, delusional. Phantoms of evil don't just appear next to your nightstand, ready for an early morning chat. I blink. He's still there, not some horned, fork tongued little imp with a pointy tail [...]
Drums. Pulsing in the background, slow and throbbing. The kind of sound that you feel, the pressure of it coursing through the air, pushing and pulling on your ears and eyes. They are coming. "Get up." Williams was already awake. Terns dragged himself to a sit. I kicked Davis in the ribs to get him [...]
"Can you run?" he asked. "I don't know," she said, prodding and testing her ankle. She stood up, took a few halting steps then winced and fell back to the ground. "It's okay," he said. Eiko looked around the stone courtyard. Vines trailed over the heavy white slabs and grasses popped up out of cracks [...]
The temple priest stood atop a high ridge. Deep blue water flowed down a ravine behind him and poured into the dark of the caves that cut sharply into the crust of the earth. Water, the lifeblood of the valley, flowed through the caves in a cool current, pushing and pulling with the throb of [...]
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