Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
Bio
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
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How Vocal Helped Me Publish My Breakout Poetry Collection
As an author and poet, publishing my first collection, My Ku: Haiku and Variations, is a significant milestone in my career. This collection of haikus and variations showcases my passion for poetry and it only seemed right to give credit where it's due.
By Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books18 days ago in Poets
Good Mourning
Don't sit up too fast. Being dead will really take it out of you. Sorry. I guess I should have eased into that reveal a bit. I just started on the welcome committee and you're my first arrival so congratulations and condolences are both in order.
By Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books23 days ago in Fiction
My Apologies
Dear Members of this Forum, I'm John, and I'm writing this letter to apologize to all of you for the actions of my wife. You see, I've recently found out that my wife is a vampire—the vampire that's been plaguing this community for years and the reason so many of your loved ones disappeared without a trace. I loved her with all my heart, and I thought she was the most amazing wife and partner anyone could ever have. I never even suspected that she was a monster.
By Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books26 days ago in Horror
My Darling J
To my darling J, I think I can hear the birds singing and you just left for work on a Monday (nothing to write home about) and I'm sitting at my desk looking at the corner where the wall meets the window and don't you think that's a little like love?
By Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Booksabout a month ago in Poets
The Guild of Golden Lilies
I. Eiren leaned against Fyneas' spine, enjoying the rush of wind in her hair as the dragon soared through the clouds. Jespa sat beside her, her face stoic as always, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. They had been flying for hours, and the bag of stolen gold they carried between them felt heavier with each passing moment. But for Eiren, the adrenaline rush of their escape was still coursing through her veins, making her feel invincible.
By Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books2 months ago in Fiction
