M. A. Mehan
Bio
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // drink goblin // arizona desert rat
Stories (58/0)
- Top Story - January 2024
Silver MorningsTop Story - January 2024
Wings formed a leathery tent above her head. The combined heat of three massive bodies had melted the snow and the seat of her britches was wet. Rowyn sighed and sullenly pushed her way out from her cove of dragon breath. The world was washed anew in white. The evergreens wore a fresh dress that drifted in fluffy mounds to the ground, rich as velvet and just as soft. The morning light could not pierce the retreating storm clouds, instead diffusing into a gentle silver; so gentle that no shadows could find purchase, slipping and scattering into the gray under the trees.
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Fiction
Ramblings of the Sleep Deprived
3:30 alarm Good freaking morning Why am I doing this Is this job really worth it? I hope the store mysteriously can’t open and I’ll just have to come home I admire people who get up this early every single day Wait, I AM one of those people who get up this early every day Lowkey? Proud of myself I’m so burnt out My bed is so comfy Weighted blanket: A) A blessing
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Confessions
- Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
The Blood JewelRunner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
The only qualm I have with my grave is that I cannot hear the sea. In all other aspects it’s really quite pleasant, at least in my imagination. I haven’t actually seen the place where I’m buried, since sight and other such senses have long ago been ripped from me, so I’m free to construct my surroundings as I see fit.
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2024
Claws Painted Black
//TW: body horror// She half expected to hear organ music - Toccata and Fugue in D minor to be specific - as they crested the hill and pulled in front of the mansion. The sun had already set and dusk was giving away to a chill, misty twilight. Her dad killed the engine and sat back a moment, hand resting on the keys.
By M. A. Mehan 6 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - November 2023
Chapter 1: The Broken SoldierTop Story - November 2023
The forest path was uneven. He felt every rise and divot in the earth, every loose stone that twisted under his boot. With every step, his leg complained with a bright pinch of pain as if to remind him that he was - in fact - broken. He couldn’t decide which was worse, the walk to the cabin that he was now forced to call home, or the wagon ride through Wolf’s Pass; a jostling, hellish ordeal over the border that made him question his sanity. At least in the wagon he still had his brothers with him.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Chapters
Thank You, and God Bless America
It was a hot, humid night in late July, and a monsoon was rolling in. There were less than ten of us, sweating around a fire, silent in a way I had never experienced with these people before. There were veterans, active military, kids who were poised to join. And a precious few were like me, patriots who were allowed, for a few moments, to look deeper into the lives of those who dedicated themselves to their country.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Serve
- Top Story - October 2023