CJ Miller

Joined June 2021

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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 here, he wrenches open his jaw and attempts to speak. Though seriffed fonts parade across his mind, sound eludes the tongue entirely.
By CJ Miller8 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 aglow under a dozen feasting wicks.
By CJ Miller9 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 Miller9 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 Miller9 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 Miller9 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.
By CJ Miller9 months ago in Fiction
Common Wealth
On a blustery Tuesday in mid-December, Charles Murphy cracks open the door of his brownstone to find three people waiting upon the welcome mat.
By CJ Miller10 months ago in Fiction
Verdigris
A denizen of God's greenest pastures, I attended the county fair every August of my youth. While most have since faded into a web of edible cotton, the summer of '65 remains sovereign, a period in which the world's wonders unfolded in plain view.
By CJ Miller10 months ago in Fiction
Aforethought
Dressed in pearls and black velvet, Katy is seated across from her parents in the opulent dining room. It's that time of the season again when they gather to mourn Blythe. After twenty-two years, she can scarcely summon a believable performance.
By CJ Miller10 months ago in Fiction
Dutch Angle
Emma stares at her mother's face for the first time in five years. She can barely believe they're sitting three feet apart, close enough to touch. Her relief defies description, and yet something uneasy lingers.
By CJ Miller10 months ago in Fiction
Homecoming
The woman in the alley is dying and I have no way to save her. A tabby, lean and riddled with bald patches, slinks into her lap, his head coming to rest against her crumpled frame. As her breathing grows shallow, he begins to mew, quiet and mournful.
By CJ Miller10 months ago in Fiction
Illumination
Come the spring of 1907, I entered this world as Eugene Douglas, innately possessed of an enthusiasm for living. To society's chagrin, I did not wait for permission to hold my head high. Dignity is a right, a lesson I learned early and apply liberally.
By CJ Miller10 months ago in Fiction