Megan Russ
Bio
I have been writing as a passion hobby since I was 8. I was published by my school a few times. Worked as editor for the Year Book in High School. I have self published, and I am currently published in Terror Monthly.
Stories (11/0)
Shattered. Content Warning.
Shattered By Megan Russ A Host, a pixelated mist floated on the other side of the cryopod glass, its white eyes watching me. “Good luck Survivor.” Its voice echoed in my cryopod before I drifted into cryo sleep. I would wake up on an Ark, the cycle had restarted, again.
By Megan Russabout a month ago in Fiction
Pity's Revenge
Pity’s Revenge By Megan Russ This had never been the life I wanted for her. To be an assassin was a hard thing, to watch the life fade from your target’s eyes, to feel their hot blood drip from your hands. Yet she had proved herself during her years as a runner. She was reliable, quick, and followed orders. It was not my place to deny her the calling of apprentice, but why had the Grandmaster appointed me as her Master. My only child, my daughter, looked up at me with a grin as we walked out of the temple that morning. Her honey colored eyes sparkled, her new dagger in her hands, my thick cloak around her shoulders.
By Megan Russ2 months ago in Fiction
Looking Glass
Since my creation I dreamed of this moment. To be selected. ~ A woman peers at me through the thin sheet of cellophane protecting me from dust and fingerprints. I can only watch and wait, she turns my packaging this way and that, giving me a better view of the store than I have ever had, then a view of my clones on the rack. Her words are muffled through the packaging and to my disappointment I am put on the shelf and she walks away.
By Megan Russ5 months ago in Fiction
Steps Forward. Top Story - January 2024.
Drifting on the air, the snowflakes do not feel cold when they land on my cheeks and melt like tears. The wind is what bites into me. I covered my face with my thick scarf and pulled my wool hat down to my eyes, but it does not protect from the icy wind. I am determined, I have to make it, I made a promise to myself. My boots sink into the ever deepening drifts, and find slick purchase on the stones beneath.
By Megan Russ5 months ago in Fiction
Ms.Led
Guildmaster Jericho stands with arms crossed, his narrow eyes glare at the gathered hunters. Most celebrating successful recent hunts. The new skull of a Hippogriff sits over the mantle and a fresh Basilisk roasts over the central pit of the Guildhall. His Guild was growing and with it the money from jobs. Jericho looks over the pile of new assignments before handing them to an apprentice to tack on the board.
By Megan Russ6 months ago in Fiction
Every Year
“New year, new me!” Betty says, throwing her arms up and twirling, making her gown blow out around her legs. “What are you blabbering about?” Heather asks, looking up from the novel in her hands. Her red eyes narrow when she sees her companions gaudy ball gown. All puff and frill, not a matching pattern or color among the layers. “And where did you get the hideous clown costume?”
By Megan Russ6 months ago in Horror
New Apartment
Alexis stares at the ceiling of her bedroom, her covers pulled up to her nose. Her eyes wide, as they follow the sounds coming from above. Creak, creak, bang, bang, bang, creak, bang, bang. Over and over, like someone was stomping around then hammering nails into the floor. At three in the morning, in the attic.
By Megan Russ6 months ago in Horror
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