Building my Cage

Born free?
Hardly.
Every action and reaction
Another bar on the cage
Every hurt and every pain
Another bar on the cage
Every time I cry aloud
Another bar on the cage
Every time I shout and rage
Another bar on the cage
Every time I fight for my right
Another bar on the cage
And when I defend myself?
Another bar on the cage
Whether anger or sorrow
Another bar on the cage
When I object and lobby
Another bar on the cage
Every word, every choice
Only cages me further
Now there’s no longer room,
Only enough to lie down
And sob silently
Which was what you wanted

Perilous Performers Introduction

From our D&D adventures. So much fun…

Good evening ladies gentlemen and creatures of all shapes and sizes, tonight you are in for the entertainment event of your entire existence. The perilous performers bring an exhibition second to none. Known throughout waterdeep and all of the sword coast, we are brewers, brawlers and shot callers. 

I am Justin Timberlake the MC for tonight’s extravaganza. I will stimulate your senses with music, song and dance till they drop your pants and wash you in romance. All are satisfied when this show they’ve spied, I guarantee. Without further ado it’s time to meet the crew. 

First up, he’s small, he’s quick, he wields a whip. First you see him then you don’t. Catch him if you can? But we all know you won’t. Hold on to your purses and your hearts, he’s Garrett Luckyfoot! 

Up next, he’s a little tea pot short and stout, he’ll pray for you then knock you out. He may break shields but never an oath. The only thing he loves more than beer is his beard. He’s Kor the Shieldbreaker!

Next up is our strongman. There is none like him. They say he was born with hair on his chest and I wouldn’t jest. His legs as round as trees, arms hang down to his knees, and his skull as thick as you please, all fall before him as he tears off their limbs. He is Za-thor the Basher! 

Last but certainly not least. He is pound for pound the mightiest creature to wander the land. Even if he looks like he’s sitting when he stands. He’ll crush you with stones then reanimate your bones. He has more power in his little finger than in any other wizard. Here he is…

Behold the Gnomecromancer! 

(Illusions, lights, sounds, huge, finish….jazz hands) 

Hills and Holes

When I was a child,
I ran about,
Playing in the thick mud,
Reading books every night,
Sleeping so softly,
On clouds so high,
With not a care in mind.
I fell in a deep hole,
Dark and damp,
The monster of puberty,
Dragged me down into its’ depths,
I slaved with my pen and paper,
And wrote unintelligible things,
My head was heavy with thought.
Alas, I climbed out,
And rose high atop a hill,
Now I shout what I might,
Smiling in the warm sun light,
Playing under the bright sky,
I nap ever so happily,
And I capture the words of the heart,
With a mind as clear as life.

All Titles Available Now

I’m excited to have Goblins Episode 3 available. Sureshot 3 will be available in October after school slowed me down a little. Looking forward to it!

All books available by Phillip Brunnengraeber

Join the adventure today! 

The Sureshot Series:

The Sureshot Rises

Sureshot the Assassin

Sureshot the King (Coming soon) 

The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)

Goblin Brothers Series:

Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood 

Goblins Episode 2: Family

Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit

Nonfiction: 

This is Crazy: Finding Who you are and What you Want

Epic of Cruhand the Rat Killer

The Epic of Cruhand the Rat King Killer
This is the story of a brave fighter.
He was a warrior from a land afar.
From the dark mysterious mountains.
In a land bathed in ever burning flame.
Where the dragons once ruled for an ion.
A place where only the strongest may live.
Where the weak are devoured by evil.
He was born with the blood of the dragon.
He grew up with a thirst for adventure.
His foes shook when they heard his name; Cruhand.

I, Rick James the Silver Tongue, first knew him,
Escaping from Rheek the Rat King’s sewer.
He and his brave band of adventurers
Were hacking and slashing their way inside.
I thought I was doomed with rats and ogres
Blocking my exit from the wretched place.
But ignoring the danger they attacked.
With much ferocity the foes were felled.
Shortly, before me lay our enemies.
With introductions I joined the party.

Their goal and now mine was to kill the Rat
So returning from whence I came we went.
And pushed through a space made for stinky rats.
Before we emerged on the other side
We were waylaid by a group of green slimes.
Cruhand and the rest went on the attack,
And our draconic hero was swallowed.
The slime began to digest his hard hide.
But succumbed to his fiery breath.
Slimes melted like jello we continued.

We journeyed into a pit for Rheek’s pet.
And nearly snuck by it undetected.
But the beast awoke and quickly attacked.
And Cru just laughed at the challenge at hand.
And pounded the beast with fist, breath and tail.
Bravely we fought the hideous creature.
Its tentacles whipped and smacked us around.
All the while Cru had his mark on the fiend.
Taunting it and teasing it to attack.
In bloody cries fell both hero and beast.

We gathered round to examine the mess
Fearing Cruhand had succumbed to his wounds,
The beast laying slaughtered covered in blood,
Cru faintly mumbled to hand him his hat.
Alive but injured there was one option.
We would bring our friend and cure his wounds.
I used my cunning to bluff by the guards.
Leading the team until Cru could be healed.
We disposed of more guards and fought gargoyles.
Finally resting in the Rat’s own nest.

With aid from me and a grumpy cleric
Cru was recovered and ready to kill.
Down hallways and into a room with ogres,
Cru yelled “plan A” and charged in with no fear.
Surrounded he fought in front and in back.
While I bluffed an ogre so cleverly.
The dragon man roared and spit holding tight.
Swinging and charging no thought for safety.
Cru and the group slaughtered all that challenged.
Countless guards and ogres met their demise.

I intercepted a guard getting help.
Enduring bolts from his deadly crossbow.
Evading him by crawling like a rat,
I quickly made my way to the prison.
With my grand silver tongue I bluffed the guards
Into releasing an ally they held.
But before I could escape with the man,
The archer fired a bolt in my back.
With battle raging, me nearly beaten,
Cruhand and group arrived and crushed them all.

Nearly to our goal I tricked all the guards
To think that Cruhand was heading away.
With madness they chased up to the surface.
Leaving us to find Rheek in his throne room.
But “Plan A” failed us as turning the door,
Dropped us into a pit with rot grub beasts.
The worms tried to eat their way through our skin,
But they could not overcome the dragon!
Cruhand burned the worms with his fire breath.
He crawled from the pit even angrier.

He burst through the door finally at his goal.
Guards and ogres would not stop him this time.
Too many times had Rheek escaped his fate.
The party made quick work of others there.
And Cruhand charged the Rat King on his throne.
His foot in an iron boot he fought on.
His hat looking magnificent as always.
Missing time after time, not losing heart,
He kept fighting, not accepting defeat.
Finally the Rat King died at his feet.

But Cruhand’s rage was still unsatisfied.
Even gold and jewels were still not enough.
He crushed statues and even Rheek’s stone throne,
Showing the way to even more riches.
He collected those and searched the whole room.
But he look around for more things to take,
Crawled in a hole too small for our hero.
There a rat attacked him, gnawing his face.
There he died having come all that way,
Beat the king, but another rat’s dinner.

Blood, Bone and Spirit

Just putting the finishing touches on another installment of Goblins! It will be available this weekend! It’s a really good piece I’m excited to continue this adventure and write more.

The circle of veteran shamans landed blows on the pair with whispered curses to accompany the attacks. The whelps cried and screamed immediately and their sheiks of pain created a wicked song with the cackles of joy that burst from the throats of their attackers. To complete the symphony, bones began to crack and flesh tear while the young goblins huddled on the ground trying to protect their near naked bodies from relentless, savage assault.