Anna Michaletz
Bio
My path has changed so much, that I'm not sure I'm on the right one! BS in Biology, passed up Dental School to work with my family for the last 8 yrs. I love reading fantasy. Hopefully, my first attempt at writing isn't too shabby.
Stories (4/0)
Cabin on Cherry Street
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Ethan noticed the flickering orange light out of the corner of his eye on his way to Cheyenne's house late one Friday night. The lonely cabin was quite a ways North of Cherry Lane where Ethan's long legs strode easily across the pavement. Cherry Street was a long, winding, gravel road that only had one house at the very end, the cabin.
By Anna Michaletz2 years ago in Fiction
I Have Three Dads
I have three dads. Technically, only one of them is biologically mine, and the other two are both ex-step-dads. My biological father died of liposarcoma when he was 33 years old after an arduous battle for at least 2 years. It's a rare type of cancer, especially in young men. My identical twin sister and I were only 2 years old when this happened, and I can't remember him anymore. I can remember a time when I DID remember him. at four years old, I would hide behind the white leather couch at our old house on Rosetree Lane and cry. I missed his voice and his smell, the last two things that I can recall remembering about him.
By Anna Michaletz2 years ago in Families
Ayla and the Arrival of Nyxo
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. And yet, there lay in the grass, a mass of heaving black scales, covered in the remnants of its broken shell. Its tiny chest rose rapidly with the exertion of its first endeavor. Ayla watched in awe as the creature’s talons, no bigger than a kitten’s claws, gripped the earth beneath it as it wriggled out from under the wreckage. Its dark, armored head lifted as it opened its eyes for the first time and gazed at Ayla. The girl gasped as she stared at its cerulean irises. She felt as if she were looking straight through the little dragon right into the babbling brook behind it.
By Anna Michaletz2 years ago in Fiction