Late Nights Suck

I stayed up way too late last night, and it’s kicking my butt now. It’s not my fault though; it wasn’t intentional. Being a Friday, it was essentially date-night. Jenny and I went to eat at Jason’s Deli, before heading to the theater to watch The Number 23 (the movie wasn’t quite what I was expecting, but was good, nevertheless, despite the reviews).


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The first sound Hanz was aware of was that of a high-pitched siren, blaring loudly around him. Cracking his eyes, he looked around slowly. The light was blindingly bright, and for some reason his head hurt. He tried remembering what he’d done the night before, but found it impossible to concentrate over the sounding of that infernal clamor.

The sound of the siren grew louder as Hanz struggled to sit up. At last, he wrangled his way into a sitting position. Taking in his surroundings, he realized he was in a hospital tent. Every cot was filled occupied by wounded soldiers, and nurses rushing around everywhere, aiding those in pain, and trying to assure everyone was as comfortable as possible, under the circumstances.



I wish I were a more prolific water. Sure, I put down these blogs from to time, but I don’t necessarily write something every day. I wish I could, but I simply don’t have the time. Or maybe I just don’t want to feel.

I feel like everything I write needs to be perfect, but I know that’s not true. I used to write little stories called Freakshows. They always had some twist, or odd bit of randomness to justify the categorization. Mostly, I used them as a writing exercise. Perhaps I should begin writing them again.

I won’t delude myself or kid you–my readers–astray, by pretending I plan to write something new every day, but I’m going to try an experiment: to write something unique, short, and hopefully interesting, as often as possible. And to make it available to read, here in my blog.

That said, it’s time for me to start. New work from Bradley K. Brown, coming soon.

Book Review: The Martian Tales Trilogy

The Martian Tales Trilogy is, as described, actually three books, now combined into a single volume. Comprised of A Princess of Mars, The Gods of Mars, and The Warlord of Mars, all written by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Burroughs is responsible for other classics such as Tarzan of the Apes.

Since the books in The Martian Tales Trilogy were published nearly a century ago, there’s nothing I could write that most likely hasn’t already been said. It is my intention therefore, to put my own thoughts down, for the purpose of this review.