Megan Baker
Bio
A Colorado native and secondary caregiver to her younger brother with special needs, Megan enjoys her adventures in World of Warcraft, various types of documentaries, and making homemade items for the critters and people in her life!
Stories (85/0)
Marigolds Dancing Beneath the Aurora Borealis
Snow sparkles under the dazzling display of the Aurora Borealis. The landscape before me looks untouched; pristine. It stretches out for miles without sight of a footprint or figure to mar the beauty, and I revel in this moment of tranquility.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Fiction
The Big Gulp
The two large sharks circle around Rachel as she struggles to free her fins from the large rock. The mermaid isn’t afraid of them however; her “stuck” fins are all part of her underwater show. Despite being seven and nine feet long, respectively, Chum and Sandy are both very docile creatures and accustomed to her actions for the performance.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Year 2507
Neuro awakens, disoriented. Darkness smothers her. Despite her desire to stretch from her position in the cramped pod, she remains motionless, listening intently. A noise woke her. She scarcely draws breath as she waits in the silent dark; she hides in her Bunker-pod for a reason.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Mischief at the Barn
Thomas pulls up to the old barn just outside of town. It had been old when he and his peers were young, and 20 years of exposure to the elements without upkeep has only degraded it more - hardly any of the paint that once adorned it remains. He wasn’t at all surprised when Jim and Ross pitched it as the meetup for their class reunion; they all have a history with it. He’s passed several familiar vehicles parked in the nearby empty field to reach the barn - he’ll park in the field after they unload his truck. He can hear a din of voices through his open window.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Tangling with the Hydra
We humans have created monsters. Not so much in the forms of humanoid blood-suckers or the vengeful dead, but of exhaustive speeds, plumes of unchecked toxins, and mountains of wasted items that simply don’t break down. When we put tons of carbon into the atmosphere, and remove many plants that would absorb the carbon, we contribute to the trapped heat which melts our sea ice and threatens to release methane gas trapped within, kept at bay only because it is frozen. Our black asphalt roads absorb more heat and we remove and seal up countless gallons of water in products on store shelves in surplus, denying the rest of the environment. We overfish, overhunt, and destroy anything that gets in our way whether it lives, breathes, or simply exists. There’s not a plant, animal, or rock we won’t remove.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Earth
Free to Roam
Collin stares out at the sea, transfixed by the transition taking place before him. Half of what he can see is stormy, choppy, and clear of ships, while the other is still bright and various ships crowd the view as they race to shore. Over them, blue skies dotted with wispy clouds beckon safety. One cloud looks like a sailed ship, following the fleet inland. He watches as it passes behind the distant lighthouse, unsurprised as the storm front reaches him with the first wind-born raindrops. His attention turns to the black clouds gathering above him, with lightning flashing miles off and booming thunder drawing near. Beside him, his hosts' horse begins to show signs of distress.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Fiction
House of Fur
I’ll start off by saying that my boyfriend is the type of guy who, say, finds a bee having a rough day going in circles on the sidewalk while walking the dogs and brings it home to give it some sugar water before seeing it off. Or follows a loose dog for hours trying to coax it near enough so he can help it. Or brings home a cat he found on the street until we can find the owner. So it should come as no surprise that our house is full of furballs.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Petlife
Museum Musings
“You really don’t mind that our first date is at your workplace?” I ask hesitantly as my date unlocks and opens the doors. His name is Henry. Average in height, he looks presentable in a well-worn suit and is the curator of the local museum, which I suggested be our first date before I knew of his job here. He responds as he indicates that I walk in before him.
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Mutable Earth
Originally, this was supposed to be part of the "In the Stars" challenge, but due to local time, I just missed the cutoff. Always keep an eye on the closing times for challenges, folks! Anyway, I've invested the time for this, so it's going up anyway...
By Megan Baker2 years ago in Humans
