Megan Kish
Bio
I'm writing for a few reasons - not the least of which is at the behest of my dad, who is always the reader I have in mind when I'm writing.
This is for you, pops!
Stories (3/0)
How My Dog Saved Board Game Night
We were in high school and deep into our board game phase. I hated Monopoly, but I had been outvoted – again. We were in our familiar spots. Devon sitting to my right, Mike across from me, and my dog comfortably warming my feet under the kitchen table. There was the sound of dice hitting the wooden tabletop. I move my piece forward a few spaces.
By Megan Kish2 years ago in Gamers
The Moors
Charlotte’s Public House was renowned for being the only place in the Isles where a ceasefire was universally acknowledged. Aged and weather-worn maps were nailed to the wood-slat walls. A silky golden light soaked the room, which became warmer the longer your visit. A baritone hum lingered in the air as sailors exchanged war stories of varying credibility. The tavern sat in the centre of the Island, down the street from the busy Merchant Quarter where goods were bought, sold, and stolen. Wagons rolled down the road, bottles clinking as the tires struck the potholes along the way. Although it was another typically sunny day outside, the tavern was dimly-lit and the windows were covered by thick drapes, letting hardly any light in.
By Megan Kish3 years ago in Humans