Luke Miller
Stories (5/0)
The Split
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This vacuum had all the makings of the real world. There was a hot humid feeling in the air, like a stuffy apartment with closed windows after a week long heat wave, without a drop of rain. The odour of pine scented cleaning products mixed with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. There was even a canvas squiggled with “positive vibes only” on the wall, with a backdrop sea view outside the window with the midday sun reflecting off the water. The anomaly? A blond woman sat hugging her knees naked, robotically rocking back and forwards in what appeared to be a loop of terror, with a tall dark haired man sadistically watching this torturous pinnacle of suffering on repeat with a grim grin on his face. The man had all the characteristics of a model. Perfect symmetrical cheek bones, a thick dark head of hair, with a look in his eyes that was simultaneously inviting and terrifying. His abdominals ripped and bulged out of the top of a blue pair of comfortable looking jeans with a dark brown leather belt semi-opened hanging in midair. The dazed blond woman sat in the corner of the room and was equally perfect in appearance. Her long blond hair had dark chestnut brown streaks and she had large sparkling blueish grey eyes. Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster and looked as if they could have been holding a tiny morsel of food. She had two perfectly round symmetrical breasts pressed up against her knees, and although it could not be seen, the imagination told us she had an equally perfect abdomen to match her exposed legs. One thing that was unmistakable was the terror in her eyes, and the twisted pleasure in his, with a soul piercing scream of terror filling the room.
By Luke Miller2 years ago in Fiction
Bruno The Hermit
Once upon a time in a magical faraway land there was a small island, with a large circular cabin where a small Hermit lived with an enormous heart. His heart was so large that he had to live at least one ocean away from any other human. He was a feeler, and had spent his youth feeling the feelings of others so deeply that he could not leave his house in Babylon.
By Luke Miller2 years ago in Fiction
Unassisted Birth — A Fathers Perspective
As an intro to this article, I want to honour all Mothers, no matter how they have birthed their children. This is a different perspective, which is the subjective opinion of the parents of a beautiful baby who made the conscious choice to birth in a non medicalised way.
By Luke Miller3 years ago in Families
Waking up from the dream
The young boy awoke to the sound of a strong wind that rattled his window frame. There was a storm brewing on this cold winter's night and he barely felt protected by the weak frame of his home. Mother nature felt different tonight, like a loving mother lion sensing the danger her cubs are in while, surrounded by a laughing pack of hyenas. A loving mother, yet feice and ready to fight to defend her children against the would be predators. The night could feel it too, and the Mothers bone deep rage sent fear into the night, but not knowing any better, they were committed to their plan that evening. They were going to steal the sun.
By Luke Miller3 years ago in Futurism