Concocted by Brad Foster A very short, experimental interactive story for use on Medium If this works, more interesting ones to come :) This one has only 3 endings — THREE! Ah-hah-hah-hah! If it doesn’t work, sorry, and thanks for trying! *** A Lovely Day for a Grill-Out *** The last day of summer and it’s a perfect…

That title comes off presumptuous, doesn’t it? I apologize — I just want to share some of my favorite movies! Most times when I talk about them, people have never heard of these films. Welcome to the first (and maybe only?) part of a series, where I attempt to persuade…

by Brad Foster, 2015 © This old bastard is really pissing me off, Thatcher Mulgrove almost said out loud. Not that anyone would have heard him at that moment, standing in the nearly deserted antique mall. …

While I don’t have the capital, maybe some of these are capital ideas! I’ve come and gone on Vocal (great people, and I’m thankful for those I’ve met) and I’m clumsily navigating Medium. I began concocting a wish-list of a dream platform for writers. …

Has anyone ever lost a friend without ever knowing why? Lately, I seem to have lost several friends and I cannot fathom the reason. Maybe it’s not about me — but it’s very hard to not think that when it’s me they’ve abandoned. After the years we’ve spent as friends…

Because I detest canned pumpkin I don’t know when my hatred of canned pumpkin began, but it must have started a long time ago…perhaps around the same time of my animosity towards Circus Peanuts. Maybe it was the first time I saw the dark orange glob, a gelatinous terror from…

Stupid Crap I’ve Done by Brad Foster, 2023 A listicle, because I know how much Smillew loves listicles. And since it was his birthday recently (Happy B-Day, Smillew!), I can think of no better gift! I’m sure there’s more stupid crap I’ve done, but this is what comes to mind…

How I’ve made less than $3 on writing platforms, and so can you! It was a dark and stormy afternoon when I joined Vocal in the winter of 2021. I had high hopes for winning every single one of their contests and it spurred me to wuthering heights of harried…

An Open Letter to Count Dracula: I’m Sorry I Kicked You in the Nards I realize now that you weren’t really Count Dracula, but back the 1970s I thought you were the real deal. You see, my Mom and I went to my elementary school’s Halloween party. …