M. Darrow

Joined June 2022

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Self-proclaimed Book Dragon working on creating her own hoard. With any luck, some folks might like a few of these odd little baubles enough to stick around and take a closer look. Mostly long-form speculative fiction, released as chapters.

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Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge

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Dragon Fire, Chapter Two
Nature was all well and good in theory, but Jax knew he was, to his core, a born-and-bred city boy. Two weeks hadn’t seemed like such a long time when Florianne first presented the idea to him, but on his last night in the wilderness he could comfortably say that it was too damn long.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Fire, Chapter One
No, she didn’t have wings. She didn’t have fangs or claws to hunt. She didn’t have scales to keep her safe. She didn’t have a fire burning in her belly. She still hadn’t really understood then, back when she was a whelp, that she was never going to have such things. She wasn’t going to suddenly wake up one morning and be anything but what she was: a tailless, wingless, soft-skinned human.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Fire, Prologue
A dragon whelp does not look like a creature meant to fly. Awkward and gangly, with wings still too small to bear their weight and paws too large to do much but trip over. In fact, a dragon whelp does not look overmuch like a dragon—not the sort of creature with the bulk of a house whose wings eclipse the sun and may rain down fire in scorching swaths.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Starsign, Chapter 2
“Oh my god.” Melody fumbled for her phone--left on the kitchen counter behind her--and quickly dialed 911. But when she raised it to her ear, she was met with the dull drone of an out-of-service dial tone. “What the hell?”
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Vaya. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
Prologue A dragon whelp does not look like a creature meant to fly. Awkward and gangly, with wings still too small to bear their weight and paws too large to do much but trip over. In fact, a dragon whelp does not look overmuch like a dragon—not the sort of creature with the bulk of a house whose wings eclipse the sun and may rain down fire in scorching swaths.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Starsign, Chapter 1
You could never see the stars in the city. Maybe it was a little silly, but when she tipped her head back to see the scattering of just-past-dusk silver lights above the trees, Melody decided that was really the best perk to her recent move. Out here, she could see the stars.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Cry
I am six years old, and I am terrified. Even then I knew it was irrational, knew that there was no real danger, no reason to be upset. But I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop being scared. It would be nearly a decade before anyone explained to me what a panic attack is--all I knew then was that everything was too much, and I was alone.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Journal
Writer's Ramblings 1: The World of Aldarae
Introduction Hello all, So, I've decided to do a mini-series in addition to my fiction works that talks about my writing process, specific stories I have up here on Vocal, and potentially some upcoming projects.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Journal
Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Seeking Magic Pt.II
Part Two: The Kill When I opened my eyes, the muddled thought that I might still be unconscious floated to the front of my mind. Then I registered the cold feel of stone under my back and realized I was not drifting in nothingness; it was just dark. I groaned and tried to push myself up, head aching and muscles sore. The clank of chains and sudden recognition of cold iron around my wrists and ankles stopped me. I hesitated.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Seeking Magic Pt.I
Part One: The Hunt For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the same dream. The same nightmare. It’s not exactly uncommon, I suppose; lots of people dream of being chased, waking up in a cold sweat with their hearts racing. But I always have it, every time I close my eyes to sleep. And I can never escape. Not once have I woken up before they catch me, before they drag me to the stone pyre in City Square. They tie me to it, and rock changes to wood against my back. Then there’s the fire, and people gathering, watching like it’s some mummers’ play, and I’m screaming, and I recognize the faces tipped back to watch me burn, but no one moves to help—
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Legacies, Chapter 6 (Epilogue)
The Cooper brothers came up with their story on the walk back to their charges. They had pursued Ciara into the trees, but before they could capture her, she had simply faded away with her magic.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Legacies, Chapter 5
Jem was awake when Erryn returned, sitting up and eating the field ration stew that Gareth must have prepared. His head was bandaged, and he seemed a bit pale with a few scattered cuts and bruises; beyond that, he looked perfectly healthy.
By M. Darrow3 years ago in Fiction

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Dragon Fire, Chapter Two

Dragon Fire, Chapter One

Dragon Fire, Prologue

Starsign, Chapter 2

Vaya. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.

Starsign, Chapter 1

Don't Cry

Writer's Ramblings 1: The World of Aldarae

Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Seeking Magic Pt.II

Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Seeking Magic Pt.I

Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Legacies, Chapter 6 (Epilogue)

Hidden Magic of Aldarae: Legacies, Chapter 5

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