Kevin McMechan
Stories (31/0)
Humanity's Last Stand
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That was one of the main reasons humans had chosen to settle there. It was a safe zone, hidden far away from the ongoing wars between the many different races and species that called the world home. Once word spread of a haven, free from the constant danger that seemed to permeate every other corner of the land, humans flocked there in droves. No longer focused entirely on simply surviving, the population of the Valley was able to advance their settlements far beyond anything else in the known world. Over the centuries, small villages became large cities with hundreds of thousands of people. Never before had that kind of population density existed, which may have been what drew the attention of the dragons.
By Kevin McMechan2 years ago in Fiction
Pear Man
A shiny new Porsche made its way down a winding gravel road, leaving a trail of dust behind it. It looked entirely out of place as it sped past broken fences, dilapidated buildings, and rusty old vehicles. The car, not meant for anything other than smooth pavement, slid on the rocks as it drifted through the turns, just on the verge of being out of control. It came to a sudden, skidding halt as it reached its destination. In front of the car was a large, gray house, which had likely been incredibly beautiful at one time. That time had passed though, and the house was in a state of disrepair, with missing shingles, a broken window, faded paint, and much of the front porch overgrown by plants.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction
Lost Time
Ben’s eyes flew open as he awoke suddenly. He had no idea what had interrupted his sleep, but he was breathing hard, and something felt off. He remained motionless, letting his eyes dart around the blackness surrounding him. There was no sign of anything unusual, but he really couldn’t see much while his eyes slowly acclimated to the dark room. His other senses were working just fine though, and perhaps that is where his feeling of unease was coming from.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction
Bull Ride
Walt considered himself to be a cowboy. He’d been born and raised on a ranch and had never known city life. Never wanted to. His dad had been a cowboy, his grandpa had been a cowboy, and his great grandpa had been a cowboy. It was in his blood, and it was all he ever wanted to be.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Visit
“Dad, I’m really sorry, but I won’t be able to make it to your birthday. I’ve just got too much going on with work right now and I hardly have time to even sleep, let alone find time for a social life. I know it’s been a while since I’ve come to visit, but I’ll really try hard to find time soon. I love you, Dad. Talk to you later.”
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction
The Package
Tony had been a police officer for more than 15 years. It was all he knew, and all he had ever wanted to do. Years of hard, dangerous work had finally paid off though, and today he could call himself a captain. He oversaw his own precinct now and had many officers under his command.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction
Thanksgiving On The Farm
Thomas and Timothy were best friends and had been since the day they were born. They grew up together on a huge stereotypical farm, filled with animals. There were cows, pigs, chickens, horses, sheep, dogs, cats, and, of course, turkeys. It was both a literal and figurative zoo most days, with so many things happening all the time and animals everywhere. Today was like any other day for Thomas and Timothy. They had just finished their morning meal and now they were out for a walk around the farm just to see if anything new was happening. They’d greet their friends as they passed by and catch up on any newsworthy stories if there were any. They were just approaching the cattle enclosure when they noticed Clarence leaning against the fence taking a break.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction
Impostors
Henry had just finished feeding the family dog. It was his very last chore each day, and it was always a sign his work was done. Finally, after a long day working in the hot sun, he could have a seat on the front porch and relax. His father would usually join him, and they would both have a well-deserved break before his mother called them inside for dinner.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Fiction