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)
How the Stars Came to Be
Gather, children, gather, and I will tell you the story of the stars. When the world was young, my children - when chickens had teeth and coyotes shared the language of our people - the night was as dark as obsidian arrows, as thick and black as the hair in your braids. Only the moon shone in the darkness, laboring alone to keep the night-creatures at bay.
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Fiction
Pickle
Pickle perched precariously Pinpointing passive prey Pounce.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge
Periwinkle and PremonitionsRunner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It wasn’t much light, but for Annie, it was just enough. She walked quickly in the pale, plummy glow, going over and over the day before to find out where exactly she’d messed up. There was simply no reason for her to be working at midnight, and yet here she was, at the door of the bakery, at 12am sharp. She fumbled through her keys in the low light, yawning deeply.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction