Michael Lewis
Stories (35/0)
The Forest of the Secret Keeper
The flying creature was chuckling to itself, amused with itself at the memories of the humans running away out of the forest. It would not suffer their presence long in their domain and was satisfied in its action as it took to the air to return to its lair. The creature's view of the world was overlaid with lines of Essana, the living energy of the world that suffuses all matter in varying degrees.
By Michael Lewisabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pentambuluni: Cephalopodial Sentinels
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And what is a scream without sounds but a form of visible manifestation of a complex biological organism in ultimate distress caused, in this case, of being thrown out into the empty void of outer space.
By Michael Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
The MacAbre Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Pulling up to within view of the cabin, Sheriff Evans sat in the driver seat of the patrol car. A low mist had settled around, the night cold. He could see the candle, it's light dimly glowing beyond to cabin's other windows.
By Michael Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
Parliament of Howells
Reginald Howell was mortified as he hurried through the woods within his family’s land close to sunset. He looked up and caught a glimpse of his quarry between the branches of the trees. He had inadvertently shot at a barn owl while out practising with his father’s rifle. That was sacrilegious, for the barn owl was nigh on sacred to his family.
By Michael Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
Humanity's Last Custodian
Today was different for the custodian, after decades of the same routine everyday. Something had told him it would be, even while looking in the mirror this morning at the his aged face, grey flecked dark hair and blue eyes. Following his routine morning checks, a probe had entered Earth orbit, surprising him. After waiting for so long in isolation, down in the bowels of the facility that was his home for all of his life, he wept tears as he allowed for the computer to start downloading whatever information the probe brought. Information that the custodian was both eager and fearful for.
By Michael Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
Musings From An Overseas Trip
2018 was not too long ago yet it feels like it was a different time considering current world social climate under COVID. Up to that point, I had never travelled overseas before. I was 39 years old and had been living in Australia for just over three decades after moving here from Philippines as a child.
By Michael Lewis2 years ago in Wander