Stefin Bradbury

Just a stoner skipping across streams of consciousness.

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Leaving the Search
4 months ago
Inspired by the music of Basil Poledouris Death knocked on everyone’s front door and the air, my god, the air tasted of putrid flesh. What had happened was beyond words. It seemed only days earlier we...
30 Seconds
4 months ago
Boom--chhk chhk—boom—chhk chhk—boom! Distant screams echo in my ringing ears from the shotgun blasts. The odor of scorched gunpowder burns my nose and throat. My eyes water, hot and wet. Beads of bloo...