
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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The Forest of Lost Knowledge. Top Story - April 2024.
Tomorrow marks eight hundred years since the great Celestine Library vanished. Einar rested his pen on blank pages. Some scribe he’d turned out to be. They were a week into their journey and not once had he written about their travels or findings. Not that there was much to report on that had not been recorded a thousand times over.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
Silver Mornings. Top Story - January 2024.
Wings formed a leathery tent above her head. The combined heat of three massive bodies had melted the snow and the seat of her britches was wet. Rowyn sighed and sullenly pushed her way out from her cove of dragon breath. The world was washed anew in white. The evergreens wore a fresh dress that drifted in fluffy mounds to the ground, rich as velvet and just as soft. The morning light could not pierce the retreating storm clouds, instead diffusing into a gentle silver; so gentle that no shadows could find purchase, slipping and scattering into the gray under the trees.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
Ramblings of the Sleep Deprived
3:30 alarm Good freaking morning Why am I doing this Is this job really worth it? I hope the store mysteriously can’t open and I’ll just have to come home I admire people who get up this early every single day Wait, I AM one of those people who get up this early every day Lowkey? Proud of myself I’m so burnt out My bed is so comfy Weighted blanket: A) A blessing
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Confessions
The Blood Jewel. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge. Content Warning.
The only qualm I have with my grave is that I cannot hear the sea. In all other aspects it’s really quite pleasant, at least in my imagination. I haven’t actually seen the place where I’m buried, since sight and other such senses have long ago been ripped from me, so I’m free to construct my surroundings as I see fit.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction



