M. A. Mehan

Joined June 2022

120 stories

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"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien

storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat

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Fredny Featherstone's Fearsome Fateful Friday
Fredny Featherstone felled forty firs Fredny Featherstone found forty furs Fredny Featherstone fought forty fighters Fredny Featherstone fried fourty fritters
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Poets
Millicent Mouse
Millicent Mouse was a very small wizard, One day she got caught in a harrowing blizzard. The wind bit her and blew her and sent her off course,
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Poets
The Snack Yak
There once was a party of mice Who were all quite allergic to spice So they hired a yak To taste-test all their snacks And the arrangement worked out very nice
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Poets
A Limerick Limerick
I thought that I could be a poet 'Cause I'd rhyme all the time and not know it So I sat at my desk My poor brain got no rest
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Poets
Periwinkle and Premonitions. Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It wasn’t much light, but for Annie, it was just enough. She walked quickly in the pale, plummy glow, going over and over the day before to find out where exactly she’d messed up. There was simply no reason for her to be working at midnight, and yet here she was, at the door of the bakery, at 12am sharp. She fumbled through her keys in the low light, yawning deeply.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Fiction
Guardian
For too long, the forest slept, lulled by the silence of abandoned prayers. No one feared the forest as they’d done before. Only the very old and the very desperate cared to remember what once lived beneath the trees.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Fiction
Simple Comforts
What does comfort mean to me? A hot cup of tea and the wind in a tree. What does comfort mean to you? Let’s make a list; name one or two.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Poets
A Girl of Death and Starlight
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Anyone with a grasp on basic physics or astronomy would be able to tell you that; but the cries of the innocent could defy even the stone law of science.
By M. A. Mehan 3 years ago in Futurism
Am I Beautiful Now?
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a night much like this one in fact, the stars were clear and there was just enough breeze to stir the leaves and make the fire dance.
By M. A. Mehan 4 years ago in Horror
Hot Pepper
I tried a hot pepper On my coworker’s prompt, How was I to know My tongue would be swamped With horrors so spicy
By M. A. Mehan 4 years ago in Poets
Lemon Thyme Bars
“Summer”, is a word with many connotations. For many, summer means s’mores and swimsuits, hot dogs and hot days, fresh fruit and fireworks, and water in any form. For Arizonans, it means clustering around pools and trying to keep cool with buckets of ice and refreshing citrus.
By M. A. Mehan 4 years ago in Feast
Valley of Dragons. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Two pairs of eyes stared at me in rapturous attention. The one young, luminous honey-brown and wondrous, the other golden and ageless, the hint of a smile dancing deep within.
By M. A. Mehan 4 years ago in Fiction