CJ Miller

Joined June 2021

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Petrichor
rain's cooling embrace a salve for parched hills long wed to the brutal sun
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Poets
Twin Flames
besotted mountains look upon one another cursed never to touch
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Poets
Retrograde
when the train pulls in and i see your crests unchanged decades will dissolve
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Poets
Rate of Exchange
i traded high peaks for low tides, only to drown a downhill memoir
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Poets
Longevity
brash young dawn assumes the plain mountain envious smug, she outlasts him
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Poets
Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Noblesse ObligeRunner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
I sensed her before I saw her, a trace of flesh distinctive enough to rouse me from even regret's punishing slumber. The confusion set in like weighted fog. None so delicate as a mortal can withstand this northernmost province; the reason I elected, long ago, to hide within its frost.
By CJ Miller3 months ago in Fiction
The Majestic
The waking man rises from his seat as if vacating a coffin, his movements stiff and decidedly linear. Unaware that such efforts are in vain, he wrenches open his jaw and attempts to speak. Though seriffed fonts parade across his mind, sound eludes the tongue entirely.
By CJ Miller6 months ago in Fiction
Everthine
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burns in the window. ••♾•• Jake Peterson snuffs a match between pinched fingers, cringing as the sulfur hits his nostrils. Kimber Lane follows suit, the room unevenly aglow under a dozen feasting wicks.
By CJ Miller7 months ago in Fiction
To the Light
"Um, Rach? Did you finish them already?" Rachel's face turns the color of her pink tank top. "Maybe." "Maybe?" "It depends."
By CJ Miller7 months ago in Fiction
The Slush Rush
"Found it!" Stephanie declares victory from deep within the couch cushions. She may as well be speaking muffled Klingon, but Nick catches her drift.
By CJ Miller7 months ago in Fiction
Sweet Americana
"Hold my hand while we cross, okay?" "Okay," Kitty agrees, bouncing on sandaled toes. The girls stroll down Main Street, careful to dodge the cars situated like dominos.
By CJ Miller7 months ago in Fiction
Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
MirtaRunner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Whilst Lysander drew breath, all manner of beasts were relegated to the Highlands, leaving the gentle to inherit the Village. In gratitude, the Meadows erupted with vitality, a thousand shades of florid splendour peacocking for the merriment of Men and Dwarves alike. The Colouring, as 'twas dubbed, ushered in peace and prosperity theretofore unknown. Alas, things of beauty are never destined to endure. On the eve that found the Stone Witch creeping through the Tower, fierce winds destroyed...
By CJ Miller7 months ago in Fiction