Michael Lewis
Stories (35/0)
Cold Vengeance
At the dawn, a lone man stands in the middle of a frozen pond, snow gently falling around him. His white skin and blond hair is hidden from view and the cold by a hooded cloak draped around him. He thinks back to simpler, happier times when he and his beloved planned their life to be upon a nearby bank.
By Michael Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
Little Green Men
“Little Green Men have come to colonise Earth.” Nathaniel blurted out after the blindfold and gag were removed. He was sitting in a chair in a dark room only lit by a shaded green light from a light bulb. He turned his head left and right, trying to get his eyes to adjust and pierce the darkness. The presence of the green light made him calm but wary.
By Michael Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
Case File 141: Not My Favourite Things
A lone figure is typing on a laptop on neat table, humming and rewording an old tune. "A frozen pond picture of the scene of the crime, a bull hood ornament pointing to who will end up doing time. All wrapped in brown paper, tied up with string…. These are not amongst my favourite things."
By Michael Lewis3 years ago in Criminal
The Watchful Barn Owl
“You couldn’t hit the side of a barn door, even if you were in one, Barney.” Barney had a wistful smile upon remembering his brothers’ joke when he had told them he had joined the army. More so, the irony of that statement hadn’t escaped him now that he found himself in the hayloft of an old barn in a field overlooking a major crossroad.
By Michael Lewis3 years ago in Fiction
Iron within a Rose
A lone tall figure toiled away in dimly lit area. Heavily covered from neck to the feet in a semi-bulky protective suit, with a clear glass helmet over the head, hunched over while tending to a row of plants. What was once a basement of the church ruins above, was now host to a variety of plant types that could grow in the colder weather inherent to the side of a mountain. Well placed, clear plastic sheeting affixed over the missing parts of the ground floor and sunken side of the basement wall kept the worst of the elements out, as well as enclosing the burgeoning crops.
By Michael Lewis3 years ago in Fiction