Meagan Dion
Bio
My life is a little crazy. Four kids, homeschool, hotel clerk, write, create and coffee. Coffee is a verb. Do you coffee? I aspire to blow glass and finish / publish my novel. I would like to have an impact. Also, coffee.
Stories (28/0)
- Top Story - October 2023
Miss Chanandler BongTop Story - October 2023
Let's sit together on the burnt-orange, mohair couch in our favorite bustling coffee shop, Central Perk. Let's raise a mug of piping hot coffee to our friend and comedic legend, Miss Chanandler Bong, I mean...Matthew Perry. What a gift he had and what a wonderful legacy he has left behind.
By Meagan Dionabout a month ago in Geeks
- Runner-Up in Past Life Challenge
HearthsRunner-Up in Past Life Challenge
I have had a massive shift in my theology and philosophy, parting from a very conservative background. My degree is in Missions, but much like Van Gogh, I found that what I really want to do is art. Or in my case, blow glass. At the same time, I do still hold to the most fundamental tenets of the Christian faith, thus the life of Christ is still dear to me. I immediately thought of this era for my "past life" because it was a beautiful time for both glass and my faith. This setting, era and occupation would be the apex of my deepest passions.
By Meagan Dion5 months ago in History
- Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge
In the nightRunner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge
Walnut Court is slumbering silently on this inky, starlit night. It's too beautiful for a crime. My small frame darts through the sky. I'll admit that while my physique is not intimidating, my diminutiveness affords me my greatest strength.
By Meagan Dion6 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2023
Mix Tape
Treble Charger, "Friend Of Mine" and the beginning of music I'm thirteen, sitting cross legged on the worn blue carpet of my bedroom floor. "Bye-Bye-Bye" blasts from my CD player boombox. I sing along while I draw in my sketchbook. The heel of my palm drags across the linen paper as the graphite marks a path behind it. The air is hot. I wipe a small bead of sweat off my forehead. The rhythmic whirling of the box fan reverberates in the window frame. With no warning my bedroom door swings open, jarring me from my peaceful state. I gasp in surprise but then sigh in relief as I realize the perpetrator standing in my door is only my brother.
By Meagan Dion6 months ago in Beat
- Top Story - June 2023
Heeere's Trauma!Top Story - June 2023
***Content Warning: Abuse*** The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stood there, hair dripping, wrapped in a yellow striped towel, white-knuckling the cold ceramic sink. My reflection did the same, but still, something was off. My palms were all that supported my teetering balance as I leaned in and inspected the faux visage for its defining flaw.
By Meagan Dion9 months ago in Horror
