M.B. Arthur
Bio
Immersive dreamscapes & lifetimes
Stories (3/0)
Meeting the Woman Who Would Have Been Your Wife
She's sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting. If he doesn't show up, it wouldn't be the first time - it's been five years since they've seen each other, one since they've spoken last. Every interaction before this has been built on a foundation of her waiting up and him backing out. Hell hath no wrath, or so the saying goes.
By M.B. Arthur9 months ago in Fiction
Faking Your Own Death
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this from him. I think this is number 12 or 13, a smattering across the last 5 years and never when I expect them. I’ve usually forgotten about him to some comfortable extent before he re-appears. Always like this. An unexpected text, an unexpected test.
By M.B. Arthurabout a year ago in Fiction