Heather A Mayson
Stories (9/0)
Darkest Hunt
A thick layer of clouds made the night almost pitch black, not that the darkness prevented him from seeing the path he had chosen as clearly as any mortal out during the light of day. His prey, however –well, the soul he hunted should have long ago stumbled and tripped over the loose stones that had paved the narrow cemetery lanes. He should have captured his prey’s soul long ago. He should have been halfway back to Hell by now. By rights and the delicate balance of the world, this soul he chased should be begging for its life, or to God for help, at least. Instead, his bare feet pounded the stone beneath him, the occasional jagged edge scratching the layers of scars that served to remind him of previous hunts. He could feel those scars rip open, leaving a trail of blood behind him that even a baby could follow. It would all be worth it once he had his fingers wrapped around his prey’s neck, sucking both its life essence and its soul from its oh so fragile mortal body.
By Heather A Mayson2 years ago in Fiction
The Vampire's Sunrise
“They are waiting, Lord Kirnon,” a smooth deep voice announced behind him for the third time in as many hours. He should let them wait, the aged vampire decided. He snorted at the thought, softly so his valet couldn’t hear the sound. When the same excuses were repeated to keep him from stepping away from the large window, it had already been used too often. Kirnon rarely lingered by the window for any reason, out of a need to hunt, to entertain his clan, and out of fear he would linger too long and the sun would rise. Legends hinted that the older the vampire, the less likely they might be killed by the sun. Such stories could be wrong. No vampire he had ever met could say they knew another of their kind older than a millennia, an age he himself was nearing.
By Heather A Mayson2 years ago in Fiction
Mission To Mars
I have a bucket list of places I would like to go see in the future: castles in France, the Richard III Visitor Center in Leicester, England, and to revisit the Tower of London. But of all the places I would like to go see, one of those places is not on the planet Earth. There is a part of me that really wants to visit the planet Mars.
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Futurism
Seeing The World Through Collecting
As a child, I started collecting bells, and to this day, if you come by to visit and ask for the grand tour, I can still tell you which bell was the first one I got: a bell depicting the eruption of Mt. St. Helens in May, 1980. The bell is slightly battered from years of using it as a toy as well as a collector’s item. But it is a representation of the majority of the bells I own: souvenir bells that can be found in many airport gift shops, which I can assume is the origin of many of them. When I was a child, my father traveled a lot for work, and bells were the souvenirs he typically bought me, more than likely while he was waiting to board his flight home. My father got to travel (though I know he would have preferred to spend those hours away with me and sister instead) and I got to see the world through the scenes depicted on those bells.
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Wander
Cathedrals
Though I don’t consider myself a religious person, I love visiting cathedrals. I love admiring the architecture and the religious imagery displayed both inside and out. I find it interesting to see how different the imagery is from one cathedral to the next. I also enjoy hearing bits of history surrounding the cathedral. I didn’t always have such an interest in cathedrals.
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Photography
Recipes from YouTube
I have a slight addiction to YouTube. In truth, I probably watch it too much; I am often recommended videos I have already watched I’m on the site that much. But a lot of good content creators upload their videos on a set schedule with a bonus video uploaded every now and then. I know what days my preferred channels upload their videos. Although there are a few that don’t upload on a set schedule, which does keep me coming back to see if I’ve got something new to watch. It gives me a good excuse to procrastinate, even though I know I shouldn’t.
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Families
Misery
Misery, it has been a companion of mine off and on for years, even before my mother died. It goes away, sometimes for months at a time. Sometimes it comes back after a few days. And I know a lot of it is of my own making. It stems from uncertainty, not knowing what I truly want, and not knowing how to figure it out. These days the misery I’ve been experiencing is stress induced, from people pushing me to do what they expect me to do. Deep down, I know I should be doing these things, but I want to do them on my schedule, not someone else’s.
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Motivation
Studying French
Looking back, I probably should have chosen Spanish to study rather than French. Where I lived when I could have started my language learning journey (Southern California) and where I live currently (Oregon), there are a lot of native Spanish speakers. But I had a negative experience with a teacher who was trying to peak not only my interest in Spanish but my fellow seventh graders as well. He made me never want to study Spanish again.
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Humans
Writing and When Inspiration Strikes
Every November since 2002, I have participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The goal is simple: write 50,000 words in thirty days, and it’s the quantity, not the quality that matters. Other than bragging rights, what do I win? Nothing, except the knowledge I finished a goal I set for myself. As the years have gone by, I am met with a new challenge to NaNoWriMo: What story am I going to write this year?
By Heather A Mayson3 years ago in Motivation