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 // arizona desert rat
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River's Dirge
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Avalyn, queen of Vyren, daughter of the river, was missing. A naiad of breathtaking beauty, she was the first and only love of the beloved King Alric, and as such was tolerated for his sake. The crown on her head was a point of raging jealousy for the noblewomen, and to make matters worse, she’d borne not one, but two heirs, infusing ancient, river-spirit blood into the line of Vyrean royals. Her disappearance had been discovered only that morning, but the wagging tongues of the court had already fanned the gossip into an insidious fire.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
Weeper's Ranch. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. Especially if the knocking stopped. Colby Jones was a wanderer, but when he heard how well the ranch job paid, he jumped at it like a cat with its tail a-fire. The tales that sent others away in droves had no effect on his determination. He expected to slip into the routine of work and rest as easily as a hand in a glove.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Horror
The Fool's Game
Trust ain’t nothing more than a game, boy. You place your bets and throw down your cards and pray you’ve played your hand right. The other players are doing the same thing. Don’t matter if they’re keepin’ tight-lipped, cards close to their chest; or if they’re talking bigger than their strewn-out cards allow… in the end everyone’s got something to hide.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
Mama's Superhero. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Mama tells me I’m her superhero. She tells me I am strong, brave, and kind, even when I don’t feel like it. She says, “That’s ok, I’ll help. I can be brave for you until you can stand against the monsters.” She is brave for me a lot.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
Sunny's Place
Dawn rose, lavender and blush, over Sunny’s Place. The early daybreak glow shone through the colorful glass at the front of the cafe, splashes of green and blue and orange tossed out over the pale floor. Tables stood at the ready, a fresh beeswax sheen on each surface. Benches and stools huddled up close underneath, unneeded for a few more moments. Pots of abundant pothos hung at the glassy apertures, a forecast of the day passed from leaf to leaf as they counted down the clock.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
