M.K. Marche
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Lore Master for Dragon Blood read more here: https://daringdragonsphoenix.art/lore
Come talk to the Dragon team and Lore Master here: https://discord.gg/xhUUmdcHQt
More works by M.K. Marche here: https://proofofpublishing.com/
Stories (12)
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Phoenix Dragons
Rammi sat back from the edge of the rocky overhang just inside the mouth of the cave. The rain was still catching him slightly but if he sat back any further he wouldn’t be able to see the fluxing events happening in the town below. Every epoch since his retirement, Rammi ventured to the top of the rocky mountain to watch.
By M.K. Marche3 years ago in Fiction
Love Hearts and Marigolds
The warmth of Danny’s car had finally started to thaw Lisa’s frozen limbs. For the third anniversary in a row now, Danny had picked Lisa up and driven them to the pond behind the old barn on the property where he lived as a young boy with his parents, until his father had died.
By M.K. Marche4 years ago in Fiction
Marigold Magic
Part IV “Time to wake up, cream puff.” my dad strode through my room to the window and drew the curtains wide open. I used to cringe whenever he used a cooking themed term of endearment but these days it made me feel closer to my mom. My mom used to be a celebrated chef, she had worked at several of the country's renowned Michelin star restaurants.
By M.K. Marche4 years ago in Fiction
White Noise
Part III Lilith stood there. Her gun drawn pointing at Cain. Cain stood there. His gun drawn pointing at Lilith. They had been in a Mexican standoff in the narrow alleyway for several minutes now, but it felt like an eternity as Lilith’s arm began to tire. She held the package wrapped in brown paper tightly in her other hand. It only had a pound of gear inside but in this moment, it felt like a ton.
By M.K. Marche4 years ago in Fiction
Flutter Bye
Another Day Muffled groans meandered mindlessly through Alexandra’s ears the brain fog hindering the sounds from being translated into anything meaningful. Shards of light stabbed through the tiny slits her eyelids made trying to shield her eyes from the relentless attack. She was still immersed in a tank of thick liquid, no smell, no taste, she could not move, she could not breathe, she did not understand how she was still alive. Was she alive?
By M.K. Marche5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Vegetable Plot
Struggling Alone Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a celery plant. It was tall with a busy mop of straggly unkept leaves on top. Its bright green leaves were frazzled, peppered with brown spots, burnt on like someone had walked along dragging a cigarette beside them carelessly scorching everything in its path. From a distance the long stalks appeared to be sprinkled with a black lumpy scale but in fact they were little black bugs called aphids that were jostling all over the top of each other. The aphids were merrily walking their way up and down the stalk chomping on whatever they wanted, leaving potholes and a white slime behind. The celery had almost given up under the weight of the unyielding bugs.
By M.K. Marche5 years ago in Earth
