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M. A. Mehan
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"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // drink goblin // arizona desert rat
Stories (64/0)
Claws Painted Black. Content Warning.
//TW: body horror// She half expected to hear organ music - Toccata and Fugue in D minor to be specific - as they crested the hill and pulled in front of the mansion. The sun had already set and dusk was giving away to a chill, misty twilight. Her dad killed the engine and sat back a moment, hand resting on the keys.
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Horror
Chapter 1: The Broken Soldier. Top Story - November 2023.
The forest path was uneven. He felt every rise and divot in the earth, every loose stone that twisted under his boot. With every step, his leg complained with a bright pinch of pain as if to remind him that he was - in fact - broken. He couldn’t decide which was worse, the walk to the cabin that he was now forced to call home, or the wagon ride through Wolf’s Pass; a jostling, hellish ordeal over the border that made him question his sanity. At least in the wagon he still had his brothers with him.
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Chapters
Thank You, and God Bless America
It was a hot, humid night in late July, and a monsoon was rolling in. There were less than ten of us, sweating around a fire, silent in a way I had never experienced with these people before. There were veterans, active military, kids who were poised to join. And a precious few were like me, patriots who were allowed, for a few moments, to look deeper into the lives of those who dedicated themselves to their country.
By M. A. Mehan 9 months ago in Serve
How the Stars Came to Be
Gather, children, gather, and I will tell you the story of the stars. When the world was young, my children - when chickens had teeth and coyotes shared the language of our people - the night was as dark as obsidian arrows, as thick and black as the hair in your braids. Only the moon shone in the darkness, laboring alone to keep the night-creatures at bay.
By M. A. Mehan 11 months ago in Fiction
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