Michael Bivens
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Most of my works published here exists as lore from the world of Illorim, an original creation by me that's been supported and cooperatively built through shared story-telling.
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Milo and the Ice Cream Aurora
Milo, a curious and adventurous member of the sentient cat race known as Felis Cognitio, had always dreamed of witnessing the wonders of the world beyond his cozy village. As luck would have it, he found himself on an extraordinary journey that surpassed even his wildest dreams.
By Michael Bivens3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had always been curious about what lay beyond the glass, but her parents had always told her it was better not to know. They said the world outside was dangerous and inhospitable, and that the only place she was safe was in the underground bunker where she had been born and raised. But they were gone now, having never left the bunker either.
By Michael Bivens3 years ago in Fiction
Brown Box
When it arrived, nobody really thought much about it. An unmarked package wrapped in a brown paper bag dropped off on the stoop of an inn at the crossroads in the middle of the night. The keeper of the inn discovered the package just as the sun began to rise on the horizon amid her early morning chores. She had very little time this morning to think much of it, and so she called for one of her sons to store it in the attic to be fetched later.
By Michael Bivens4 years ago in Fiction
Hubris of a Captain
“Captain!” Thamore turned with no ease and the deck boards underfoot creaked as his feet shifted and his body turned to face the darkened doorway that led to the lower deck. He had sent his first mate below to search for it, a prized treasure rumored to have been on this ship.
By Michael Bivens4 years ago in Fiction
Curiosity
It watched just as it had so patiently for years. It watched from the rafters of the decrepit barn as the sun kissed little girl curled up shaking in terror. How odd it thought, why would she be so horrified, after all, it had helped her. Saved her even. It had protected her against that vile man who had made her life miserable so many times and yet at the sight of his torn carcass she was not happy, she was afraid. Its entrenched desire to know her, to understand her, to be with her drove it ever closer.
By Michael Bivens5 years ago in Fiction
Sarah's Escape
Blood obscured Sarah’s vision as she ran through the forest, she tried to wipe it away, to see where she was running, but it just kept flowing from the gash across her forehead. She ran, and ran, and ran, the tree limbs she pushed through only caused more bleeding on her arms and her cheeks. She could feel her fist, clenched around her mother’s heart-shaped locket, filling with blood. She could barely breathe, barely run anymore, but she had to.
By Michael Bivens5 years ago in Fiction
