August K. Brinton
A dreamy and lyrical short story about terror in three forms.
A short story about watching a friend recover from losing his legs in an IED explosion in Afghanistan.
The wonder of human experience on a late Friday afternoon.
Examining the point where love goes from mortal to immortal.
My story about how I have lost weight and keep it off. I have actually lost over 70lbs since my initial writing of this and gone from a size for 40 waist to a size 32.
This is a nonfiction piece about my father and the consequences of his decision one fateful day. It is also about me. This piece has been published in my college's magazine, Under the Clocktower.
Hello! My first submission (*gulp*), I wrote this little piece last year and haven't looked at it since.
This is a troubled teen narrative on what schizophrenia feels like. The narrator describes in depth her history and eventual descent into madness. Excerpt from larger novel that needs a lot of work.
I'm submitting a personal essay for a school application. I wrote it in third person because I'm sort of tired of writing in first person. It's 1600-1700 words.
A sort of weird monologue. The title gives it all away.
A first-person account of being medically retired from the military.
A story about a drunken adventure to the beach by a young Irish couple. writen in the second person, four pages.
Do your hands shake because of what you do? Or do they shake because they're supposed to?
Resistance is futile. Maybe not. A smoker uses mind over matter to set boundaries.
A personal essay about cancer, family and acceptance. Around 1,300 words.
A short synopsis from a green "writer" .
A woman begins to question the meaning and purpose of her life, as she tries to find the reasons for her unhappiness, and she stumbles upon an aspect of herself that existed all along.
A mini memoir (1,800 words)
This was my first, quite popular, piece of "fratire". It's a very short story of a trip my friends and I took to the beach where I was bombarded with sexual frustration that led to a "shitty" ending..
A foreigner exercises his Second Amendment rights for the first time, despite having some serious reservations about firearms.
An exploration of the feelings associated with my decision to start drinking again after almost 18 months of sobriety.
The second chapter of a memoir I am very slowly writing about my school year in Russia. This covers my exodus to Ulyanovsk, where I spent most of the time. ~5400 Words
This is the story of attending the Michigan State Fair with my father in the mid 1980s, and how he made the day unpleasant. There is some black comedy in it, don't feel bad if you laugh.
I take you into a moment in my life that may not seem like such a crippling event. But with a repetitive mind and a compulsive desire to forget, it is all the more demoralizing. (3,267 words)