A Michelle Mills
Bio
Aspiring author by night and Ophthalmic Technician by day. That translates to, I’m usually tired and lost in my own head. I live for fantasies and escapist fiction. Nothing I write is true but I hope it’s enjoyable!
Stories (3)
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Ariana's Father
Ariana caressed the miniature gargoyle then gently set it down on the windowsill. She stared out the window towards the dark forest. The brightness of the valley made it impossible to see anything past the tree line. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of her home, but she wouldn't let them fall. Her dad wanted her to be brave and strong. She smelled Matthew's cologne but stubbornly refused to turn around. He knocked on the open door of her bedroom. Ha! No matter how comfortable the bed felt or how well her new clothes fit, this would never be her home.
By A Michelle Mills5 years ago in Horror
Finding Family
Adela Montgomery made it her business to mind her own business. She learned young that the only way to survive in this world is to keep your head down and take care of yourself. In high school, she ignored the cliques and gossip and became valedictorian. When her first job merged with a bigger company, she stayed away from the in-fighting and did her work as usual. She earned her promotion. In college, she finished her first two years in eighteen months by ignoring the parties and focusing only on her studies. Before she earned her degree, her mom developed dementia. She moved back to her childhood home, hired a sitter for the elderly, picked up a second and then a third job and continued doing whatever it took to survive. Her mother's doctor gave her colorful brochures for assistance; financial, emotional. medical. She thanked him and threw them away. No one helps for free.
By A Michelle Mills5 years ago in Humans
Playing Tag
Glowing red eyes stalked the child through the verdant forest. The brunette hummed a nursery rhyme, her wordless song breaking the odd silence that had fallen. Dressed entirely in green from her ballet shoes to her ruffled dress and even the ribbon in her hair, she blended into the surrounding woodlands. The tightly huddled trees overhead gave the aura of a winter’s twilight in the middle of the summer day. Hidden in the shadows he crouched and watched as she pirouetted around the obstacles in her path. He slunk after her, never allowing her out of sight.
By A Michelle Mills5 years ago in Horror
