Origins
He never felt more certain about a question than ever before in his life: "syd bronson, will you be my boyfriend?" another awkward silence followed.
Fertile Ground - Chapter 5
The bronson city transit authority held off upgrading their aging bus fleet year after year to the disgust of fellow drivers and pedestrians alike.
A Werewolf's Loving Bite
He then turned his attention to the woman standing at the front desk, "reservation for a mike bronson."
Birthday
"to the future union of the hunters and hess-bronsons" sydney said in a posh accent. "man, they'll inherit such a fortune if they do get through their arranged marriage" chase said. "yes chula its arranged.... por amor!"
Extra - We Can Be Like They Are
"Well, I guess I feel kinda complicated bout it all." Todd's sigh had all the world-weariness of a tribulated martyr. "I don't guess, at least not no more, it's no Satan worship or nothin, and it aint as if I aint done more'n enough to drive a wedge'r...
Part II - The Tender Things Are Those We Fold Away
"You work in the morning?" "Yessir." "Really, on Saturday? Huh." Kane was being very patient, he thought, while Will passed a beat-up phone back to whoever-the-hell-this-was. "You're gonna text me on your first break, then." "Yessir. Uh, what do I...
Of Virtue and Valor
Then you must have known sergeant bronson val'kiera," she said, taking his hand "yes, ma'am. he was my company's lead nco." claire went silent for a moment or two, uncertain of what to say. "how long did you serve together?"
Problem Child Part One (Echo Visual Novel Fan Fiction)
"bronson?" i look up. that can't be right. "bronson, sydney?" "here" a gruff voice answers. it's been years since i've heard his voice, and it's clearly changed with puberty, but i'd still recognize it anywhere.
Part VII - Who Are You, Taking Coffee No Sugar
Leo came down in the morning without a shirt. He'd woken up to find it gone from the neat pile on the floor. "Huh," Will hadn't sounded surprised. "Guess you're not wearing a shirt today then, pup." The living room held only that dim, clear, faintly...
Part XI - That You and He Might Touch Each Other
The thing about profound, transformative experiences--an evening spent on your knees in the upper bathroom of the Stag, for example--is they transform only you. The rest of the world, and your daily life in it, cares very little. It carries on much the...
Part V - No Laws to Treat My People Ill
"Oh it was fascinating, the seminar on impasto technique actually came to blows! Between the Van Gogh faction and the Rembrant fans!" judging from the stoat's tone this was wonderful news. "Convention security had to taser three different...
The Art of Chance: Two
Do you know where the bronson agricultural research institute is?" reze inquired as they pulled away from the car shaped warpath cut into the corn field. darren glanced over at her curiously. "yeah, why?" "i live in the dormitory there."