Michael J. Wine

Joined May 2022

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Bio

I am a fantasy and science fiction writer, and I also like to write the occasional poem or essay. I aim to make my stories as unique and yet meaningful as I can, and I hope you enjoy them.

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Stories (17/0)

The Trucker
I drive. The world rumbles. Everything is still dark. The clock says thirty-one minutes past noon. The sun didn't show up today.
By Michael J. Wine7 days ago in Fiction
Mistakes
Endings begin with a thought, and you Clutch to grasp what you cannot hold. Let them see that you can change. Internally terrified, be outwardly determined,
By Michael J. Wine24 days ago in Poets
Top Story - April 2024
Ruby's TreeTop Story - April 2024
You are close now. Very close. The Great Tree spoke inside his mind. Thank you Great Tree. Master Jigmond brought his hands together in focus, slowing the hollow wooden sphere that carried him down the trunk of the Great Maple, a mountainous tree that grew several hundred miles northeast from the center of the forest. Reaching out with his mind, he merged with the tree's consciousness, allowing it to fill him, pointing the way forward. Toward the runaway child.
By Michael J. Wine26 days ago in Fiction
Goodbye to Certainty
Time is frozen in the silence of certainty. Paved streets walled by concrete walkways. I find myself lost in the sameness I see,
By Michael J. Wine30 days ago in Poets
The Wizard of Building
On the fourth night of SulmRek, before the Wandering Sun, in the small town of Devin Hill, a man name Andrew Figum was being tortured.
By Michael J. Wineabout a month ago in Fiction
Paul's Mountain
Paul clung to the side of the mountain. His fingers ached, but they did not slip against the stone. His feet, bare calloused skin exposed, held his body up using the slightest of footholds.
By Michael J. Wine2 months ago in Fiction
The Red Ball
David found the ball in the snowbank, under the weeping willow. It was red, glistening with sun-melted snow. He stooped to pick it up, long arms reaching it before his back bent too far down. It was frozen hard as a rock, cracked in places from the years it had spent in the wild, lost.
By Michael J. Wine3 months ago in Fiction
Old and Young
When I come home again My sadness will be lost Not. For the miseries of Youth's passions linger Do not say, friend, that
By Michael J. Wine3 months ago in Poets
The Dancer
Still here. On the bench in the graveyard, my plaid trapper cap keeping my ears warm. Journal on lap, my eyes are focused on my sketch of the dancer, but my mind is on the gunshot.
By Michael J. Wine3 months ago in Fiction
Words of Faith
Type-written letters on old yellow pages. Scratched out lines. Smudged. Rejected. Ideas, formed and deleted on a whim. You believe in them, the words.
By Michael J. Wine3 months ago in Poets
Remember Spring
It has been summer for fifteen years. My aging branches grow heavy. The human’s home lies vacant and wind-worn beside me. The leaves I had used to protect it from the sun’s firelight have long since withered.
By Michael J. Wine3 months ago in Fiction
Tonight?
“Forty years is a long time.” Lenzor murmured to himself from the dark corner of the bare stone room. Liane, his wife, slept opposite him, her face pale and thin, skin clinging to her skull.
By Michael J. Wine3 months ago in Fiction

Michael J. Wine

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Stories (17/0)

The Trucker

Mistakes

Ruby's TreeTop Story - April 2024

Goodbye to Certainty

The Wizard of Building

Paul's Mountain

The Red Ball

Old and Young

The Dancer

Words of Faith

Remember Spring

Tonight?

Achievements (2)