Brandonia - The Writing of Brandon M. Humphreys

Hey all, I know I just got this site up and going, but I’ve decided to move everything to a Wordpress platform.  You can now find all of this site’s posts and much more content at www.brandonmhumphreys.com I’ll keep this site up for a while, but please make sure to visit the other site and subscribe there. I’ve also set up a Twitter account for the new space. @brandoniatweets Thanks for your patience and support! B

Flash Fiction! The black Jag pulled up to the curb and the Hyundai followed.  The sun shone and made a brilliant glare of both vehicles.  Charlie Finkeberger got out of her Jag and quickly walked around to help the young couple out of the Hyundai.   The man mowing the lawn next door looked at the aging real estate agent.  She definitely paid a lot for that airbrushing , he thought, after comparing the visage now in front of him with the one captured in the FOR-SALE sign on the curb.  He waved at Charlie and she waved back. “New prospects, huh?” He said, shutting the mower off. Charlie smiled contemptuously.  She could swear that old bastard just loved every minute of her not selling this god-forsaken house.  It was like he waited for her to show up.  Every time.  “No, Mr. Kramer,” she straightened her dress and looked at him with a polite smile. “They’re buyers.  These nice young people are going to be your new neighbors.  Would you like to meet them now?” “Naaaa..

Fiction.  500 word challenge from a few years ago. Jasper woke suddenly as his head bumped against the bus window.   He felt the drool running down his chin from the corner of his mouth and he wiped it with his old pea coat sleeve.   Then he rubbed his eyes, and, blinking the way that you do when you’ve been woken in the middle of a REM cycle, he looked around to get his bearings.   He realized he was on the bus first.   Then he saw the giant stuffed lion on the seat next to him.   The lion was from Delia, his social worker, and he was going to give it to June, his daughter.   He looked outside to see where the bus was heading, but it was dark and the glare made only his reflection visible.   He did notice a blue sign with a big white H on it, though.    That meant “Hospital.”   Yes.   June was going into surgery.   June was going into surgery at the  Hospital! He jerked up straight and reached for the cable that lets the driver know you want to get off.   He pulled the

Fiction “He won’t do it.   He’s yella’.” “Sure he will, just you watch.” “Na.   He’s just like his ol’ man. Yella’ through n’ through.” Jack and Albert continued the debate over Tommy’s character past the edge of town and beyond the tree line that marked the beginning of the Rocky Mountain foothills to the southwest.   “Or…” Jack said, finally.   He stopped and wiped his brow, then he bent slightly to put his hands on his knees. “Or what?” “We should go back and get Susie Jenkins.   That dope’ll do anything when she’s around” Jack declared. “Oooh,” replied Albert. “That’s a good idea.”   Tommy watched from a thicket of underbrush thirty yards from where his two classmates had stopped.   He’d heard the boys as soon as they’d reached the tree line.   They moved as noisily as the bison herds.   Twigs breaking, pine needles shuffling, their voices, their breathing.   They had no clue how to be subtle, he thought.   Tommy was good at staying quiet. Staying hidd

Fiction - Screenplay By the way, if any film students are interested in making this thing, let's talk! FADE IN: EXT. BUSTLING CITY - DAY BRUCE HUDSON, 35, skirts the edges of a gaggle of people crowded around someone or something. Bruce is impeccably groomed, and wears a high-end business suit. As he skirts the crowd, he keeps looking over their shoulders into the center. His partner TOJI NAGAHISA, 68, is lying on the sidewalk in the midst of the crowd. Toji has white hair and speaks with a heavy Japanese accent. After a couple of laps around the crowd, Bruce shoves his way through to his partner.   BRUCE Let me through! Please!   I’m from Sunset Meadows Retirement Community! Come on, Mr. Nagahisa, your excitement’s over. (Aside, to an onlooker) He does this every once in a while – calls these little outings his “mini-vacations.”   Bruce pulls Toji up gently and helps him out of the crowd. ONLOOKER You mean he’s not even hurt? BRUCE