Bryan Snyder 's Stories

The rock dared me to trust it. “I’ll be a good handhold,” it seemed to whisper. “I promise!” Though it ..

The grungy man, who looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks, drifted sleepily over to our car window and peered ..

Halfway across the creek, the nerve endings in my feet began to feel like they were on fire. Direct snowmelt ..

After I had clawed my way back up the thirty-foot cliff, I sat down on the trail with a thud, ..

I was just beginning to nod off in my tent when an intense light burned through my eyelids, searing a ..

With the coming of sunrise over Long Valley, one might expect to be greeted with fresh, crisp breezes and gentle ..

One minute I’m being harassed by overvigilant teachers for eating cereal outside the public library, and the next minute I’m ..

“It’s a tornado!” shouted Justice from the top of the scissor lift, excitement and disbelief coloring his voice. I followed ..

There seemed to be no end to the refuse and relics of bygone years as I continued to haul load ..

The Pintlers… these were dark, humorless mountains with the temperament of a Scottish highlander, prideful and dour. Forests clung tenaciously ..

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