🖋️Brent is Writing ✒️
@brentjlaney.bsky.social
Writing, writing, and more writing. Getting ready for my first query. Sometimes I paint 🤷♂️
Pinned
Cassie had been numb when she woke up but now the feelings were carving a jagged line through her heart like an old saw with rusted teeth. Even if she could manage to eventually stop the bleeding, that particular wound would never heal.
#WIP #amediting
#WIP #amediting
May 9, 2025 at 1:57 AM
Cassie had been numb when she woke up but now the feelings were carving a jagged line through her heart like an old saw with rusted teeth. Even if she could manage to eventually stop the bleeding, that particular wound would never heal.
#WIP #amediting
#WIP #amediting
Every time she slipped away, even if it was just a sliver of time, it was another paper cut on and already fragile heart. There was a slight break in his voice when he finally answered.
“You’re home mom. It’s a beautiful day.”
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“You’re home mom. It’s a beautiful day.”
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May 8, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Every time she slipped away, even if it was just a sliver of time, it was another paper cut on and already fragile heart. There was a slight break in his voice when he finally answered.
“You’re home mom. It’s a beautiful day.”
#WIP #amediting
“You’re home mom. It’s a beautiful day.”
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Chloe smiled and kissed her so hard and so deep that Cassie nearly forgot all about the minefield of melancholy she’d been navigating all week.
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#WIP #amediting
May 7, 2025 at 1:49 AM
Chloe smiled and kissed her so hard and so deep that Cassie nearly forgot all about the minefield of melancholy she’d been navigating all week.
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#WIP #amediting
“Evan! Stay with me here. I’m the one dying not you.” There was something both beautiful and soul crushing in her pencil thin smile.
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April 30, 2025 at 10:58 PM
“Evan! Stay with me here. I’m the one dying not you.” There was something both beautiful and soul crushing in her pencil thin smile.
#WIP #amediting
#WIP #amediting
Click, clack. Her heels drummed one last beat on the warm concrete and then fell silent, swallowed by the force behind the darkness. A pinprick of light shined like a final beacon as the girl pulled out her phone.
“It’s too late kid. There is no salvation, not in Coaltry.”
#WIP
“It’s too late kid. There is no salvation, not in Coaltry.”
#WIP
April 29, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Click, clack. Her heels drummed one last beat on the warm concrete and then fell silent, swallowed by the force behind the darkness. A pinprick of light shined like a final beacon as the girl pulled out her phone.
“It’s too late kid. There is no salvation, not in Coaltry.”
#WIP
“It’s too late kid. There is no salvation, not in Coaltry.”
#WIP
The girls always looked like some vague version of that girl and the street was always some dilapidated version of that street but the broad strokes of the nightmare never changed.
“A dog barks, the fireflies dance, and when the lights go out, the girl dies.”
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“A dog barks, the fireflies dance, and when the lights go out, the girl dies.”
#WIP #amediting
April 28, 2025 at 4:36 PM
The girls always looked like some vague version of that girl and the street was always some dilapidated version of that street but the broad strokes of the nightmare never changed.
“A dog barks, the fireflies dance, and when the lights go out, the girl dies.”
#WIP #amediting
“A dog barks, the fireflies dance, and when the lights go out, the girl dies.”
#WIP #amediting
Thick cords of nostalgia
Coiled around my neck
Until every dying gasp
Was another memory
Of
Y
o
u
Coiled around my neck
Until every dying gasp
Was another memory
Of
Y
o
u
April 24, 2025 at 2:39 AM
Thick cords of nostalgia
Coiled around my neck
Until every dying gasp
Was another memory
Of
Y
o
u
Coiled around my neck
Until every dying gasp
Was another memory
Of
Y
o
u
Breathing your name
Quells the fire burning
Deep within my heart
Quells the fire burning
Deep within my heart
April 22, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Breathing your name
Quells the fire burning
Deep within my heart
Quells the fire burning
Deep within my heart
Black birds fill
Black skies,
A murder most foul
Crows feast
On fallen bodies
Of the damned
While those
Cunning souls
Escape into
A darker oblivion
Black skies,
A murder most foul
Crows feast
On fallen bodies
Of the damned
While those
Cunning souls
Escape into
A darker oblivion
April 21, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Black birds fill
Black skies,
A murder most foul
Crows feast
On fallen bodies
Of the damned
While those
Cunning souls
Escape into
A darker oblivion
Black skies,
A murder most foul
Crows feast
On fallen bodies
Of the damned
While those
Cunning souls
Escape into
A darker oblivion
She is the poetry
I am the pen
Together we create
The sensual curves
Of thought and feeling
I am the pen
Together we create
The sensual curves
Of thought and feeling
April 12, 2025 at 8:23 PM
She is the poetry
I am the pen
Together we create
The sensual curves
Of thought and feeling
I am the pen
Together we create
The sensual curves
Of thought and feeling
I want to read
Your body
Like braille
To discover
The story of
You’re desire
Your body
Like braille
To discover
The story of
You’re desire
April 9, 2025 at 1:15 PM
I want to read
Your body
Like braille
To discover
The story of
You’re desire
Your body
Like braille
To discover
The story of
You’re desire
One wish
One kiss
Tongue tracing
A trail from
Lips to lips
Her moan
My bliss
One wish
One kiss
Firm hands on
Grinding hips
As we submit to
Midnights grip
#EroticismFan
One kiss
Tongue tracing
A trail from
Lips to lips
Her moan
My bliss
One wish
One kiss
Firm hands on
Grinding hips
As we submit to
Midnights grip
#EroticismFan
April 8, 2025 at 4:15 PM
One wish
One kiss
Tongue tracing
A trail from
Lips to lips
Her moan
My bliss
One wish
One kiss
Firm hands on
Grinding hips
As we submit to
Midnights grip
#EroticismFan
One kiss
Tongue tracing
A trail from
Lips to lips
Her moan
My bliss
One wish
One kiss
Firm hands on
Grinding hips
As we submit to
Midnights grip
#EroticismFan
Drowning in melancholy
Drifting into the
Space beyond the hurt,
The heartache,
The emptiness of another
Lonely tomorrow
Hoping that the sunshine finds
The missing pieces
Broken, buried, and left behind
#FoxProse
Drifting into the
Space beyond the hurt,
The heartache,
The emptiness of another
Lonely tomorrow
Hoping that the sunshine finds
The missing pieces
Broken, buried, and left behind
#FoxProse
April 1, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Drowning in melancholy
Drifting into the
Space beyond the hurt,
The heartache,
The emptiness of another
Lonely tomorrow
Hoping that the sunshine finds
The missing pieces
Broken, buried, and left behind
#FoxProse
Drifting into the
Space beyond the hurt,
The heartache,
The emptiness of another
Lonely tomorrow
Hoping that the sunshine finds
The missing pieces
Broken, buried, and left behind
#FoxProse
Her offering was
Soft and sweet
a P E A C H
Meant
To be eaten
…And
He
Was
Starving
Soft and sweet
a P E A C H
Meant
To be eaten
…And
He
Was
Starving
March 29, 2025 at 6:25 PM
Her offering was
Soft and sweet
a P E A C H
Meant
To be eaten
…And
He
Was
Starving
Soft and sweet
a P E A C H
Meant
To be eaten
…And
He
Was
Starving
My heart may heal
But it will never again
Be whole
But it will never again
Be whole
March 27, 2025 at 6:10 PM
My heart may heal
But it will never again
Be whole
But it will never again
Be whole
She wasn’t
Some delicate
Flower
Needing to be
Touched
Or
Admired
In order to bloom
She was a
A cactus
Surviving in
A harsh landscape
Get too close
And her pins
Will prick
She didn’t
Need your
Nurture
In order to be
Beautiful
Some delicate
Flower
Needing to be
Touched
Or
Admired
In order to bloom
She was a
A cactus
Surviving in
A harsh landscape
Get too close
And her pins
Will prick
She didn’t
Need your
Nurture
In order to be
Beautiful
March 26, 2025 at 4:45 PM
She wasn’t
Some delicate
Flower
Needing to be
Touched
Or
Admired
In order to bloom
She was a
A cactus
Surviving in
A harsh landscape
Get too close
And her pins
Will prick
She didn’t
Need your
Nurture
In order to be
Beautiful
Some delicate
Flower
Needing to be
Touched
Or
Admired
In order to bloom
She was a
A cactus
Surviving in
A harsh landscape
Get too close
And her pins
Will prick
She didn’t
Need your
Nurture
In order to be
Beautiful
Let me be
Your phoenix
Burning hot enough
And bright enough
Until we are both
R e b o r n
Your phoenix
Burning hot enough
And bright enough
Until we are both
R e b o r n
March 25, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Let me be
Your phoenix
Burning hot enough
And bright enough
Until we are both
R e b o r n
Your phoenix
Burning hot enough
And bright enough
Until we are both
R e b o r n
Vibes for my horror story, Caliginous
March 23, 2025 at 11:02 PM
Vibes for my horror story, Caliginous
Evan attacked his face with both hands trying to clear away his despair but nothing could stop that steady stream once the damn was broken.
#WIP #amwriting
#WIP #amwriting
March 23, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Evan attacked his face with both hands trying to clear away his despair but nothing could stop that steady stream once the damn was broken.
#WIP #amwriting
#WIP #amwriting