Brad MacDuff


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Brad MacDuff
City: Kaohsiung
Country: Taiwan, Province Of China
Joined: Sep 2008

Brad studied writing in school. It was, and is, his first passion. His goal upon graduation was to write the Great Canadian Novel… or at least the Great Canadian Greeting Card. Instead, he gave into his fears and accepted a job as a graphic designer. He had no formal training, but after years of learning to write he felt comfortable fabricating a story. The learning curve was steep and secret.

After years of sitting behind a desk and watching people stagnate around him, he ran away to Asia – where has been for the past 7 years. He teaches kindergarten, studies, writes, reads, draws, paints, plays guitar, acts, swims, swings in his hammock, and tries to squeeze every moment of happiness from every day. Some days he has to squeeze harder than others, but there is always at least one smile to be found.

Journal Entries

Quite possibly the best song ever...

Posted 3 months ago, 4 comments so far.

Homecoming

Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.

Just like the present...

Posted 4 months ago.

Yahoo!

Posted 5 months ago.

New movie, help needed!!

Posted 5 months ago, 4 comments so far.

Borrowed thoughts...

Posted 5 months ago, 2 comments so far.

Cast Off

Posted 6 months ago, 6 comments so far.

Luck Anyone (An entry from last year)

Posted 7 months ago, 8 comments so far.

Song of the Week...

Posted 7 months ago.

More Words From Robert Genn... On Talent

Posted 9 months ago, 1 comment so far.

Writing

Adrift

A spotlight sweeps across the sky – a cosmic windshield wiper, a metronome of things without beat. It swings, back and forth, so loud in its brightness that it can be heard with eyes closed. …

Waiting For Ulysses

Some nights he manages to fight the call. He closes his eyes and finds sleep before the rumbling in his blood drives him from bed. Some nights he can sleep, and some nights he can even dream. He likes…

The Smallest Life...

He looked for it; lifted his feet and scanned the gleaming sidewalk. He spun, full circle, searching for the smallest life that could feel pain.

Hyacinth and Thistle

She lay awake, thinking about nothing and everything; of cotton and chaos, of hyacinth and thistles. Traffic droned outside. Traffic always droned. Headlights cast patterns across the ceiling; they mo…

Hardboiled

It was darker than a carload of assholes, and smelled much the same. Pulpmills and breweries – the air was thick with their stink; the city sweated it in the shady spots, oozed through alleys li…

Tuesday, the 17th

The horns outside tell you you’re awake. Cars never honk in your dreams; they just run you down and lay you flat. You know you’re awake, but you keep your eyes closed. You want to hold on …

Watchlist

  • elsh
  • colorblind
  • Selkie
  • the  commissioner
  • ambient-1
  • Cassidy JK (Ra Or Emraeh)