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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Teeth in the Water. Content Warning.
“...and honestly how dare he not believe me, because I know I killed a captain and he should’ve known what I’m capable of!”
By M. A. Mehan 6 months ago in Chapters
Her Eyes
It was a hot, dark day near the end of summer when she first saw her father’s sadness. A late season storm rattled the windows and the rain thrashed madly against the castle walls. Her father stood near the doorway of the room, his low voice rumbling like scattered thunder, cutting through the nasally tones of his newest ex-advisor.
By M. A. Mehan 6 months ago in Fiction
Memento Vivere
Moments made to be lived in, Escorted into eternity unused. Mornings unmet, Evenings squandered, Not a soul to see the sunset as it is,
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Poets
The Ocean Weeps
I stand at the shore, The waves wrap around my legs, The low tide beckons me out Further, further, come to me, Find rest in my arms.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Poets
Smoke Over the Sun
Blank stood with her back to the sinking Honesty. The restless sea would soon consume it and even the smoke rising in a black pillar would be swallowed by the waves. The sooner the better, she thought.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Chapters
Sincerity
Watch their lips and count their teeth Guard your trust with lock and key The air grows thick with honeyed words When sincerity’s a commodity
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Poets
today, the sea is his
Brother: She’s stopped telling me what to do. I feel her standing behind, Eyes on me. I know she’s still there.
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Poets
Rage-Colored Glasses
When people smile and say that I’m kind, I want to say they’re straight out of their mind. I feel so unworthy, with my boiling blood,
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Poets
At the Altar
The quiet of a moment A shaking hand raised high The mercy of atonement A dying, smoke-smudged sky . I stand at the altar of Judgement
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Poets
Red Seas
A stray, slashing cut caught Rue in the arm, breaking her focus. She drew her shortsword with more instinct than purpose, fending off her foe as her hold on the noxious spell over the crippled Bloodcrest became tremulous. The tussle was short, fueled with panic, and ended with her blade in his chest. Only then did she take a good look at him.
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Chapters
Curiosity
Not everyone finds A reason A tether A hope Or some grand sign to stay. Sometimes the only thing keeping me here
By M. A. Mehan 8 months ago in Poets
Home
When will I get to make a house a home? Build something lovely and fully my own? Where lost hearts are sheltered and nurtured and known?
By M. A. Mehan 9 months ago in Poets