Michael Bradshaw
Bio
Started writing a few years back in the form of roleplay, writing little stories of fiction with other people. As time went by I realized I loved it and others enjoyed reading my work. I just hope that I can create more for people to enjoy.
Stories (8)
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Viora's Dream
“Viora…” The soft-spoken whisper stirs her from her slumber. Not knowing who it was, she opens her eyes to question the party. A small gasp escapes her, not because they are not among her, but at the sight of immense trees. Trees that tower and reach to the sky, with branches that seem to stretch and intertwine into glows of orange, red, and yellow. Something once known intimately, vaguely remembered. As the beauty of this eternal autumn dances across her vision with the caressing breeze, she hears her voice gently say a single word.
By Michael Bradshaw8 months ago in Fiction
A New Beginning
“The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. The trees lost their luster and even the crops have stunted, like nature left with her,” the wizened woman, sitting with other aged men and women in a wide semi-circle, gestured with her gnarled cane. She wasn’t alone in these observations, as murmurs of agreement echoed through the small gathering of people.
By Michael Bradshawabout a year ago in Fiction
Resolution
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My breath comes and goes, chaotic, like the tempest raging outside. One crumpled hand forcibly grips the pipe, the other holds the wound in my stomach. I stifle my grunts at the waves of pain while lighting flashes outside.
By Michael Bradshawabout a year ago in Horror
A Fight for Family
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My head pounds as my thoughts race in panic. My hand gently traces the bleeding wound in the back of my skull as I slowly rise from the cold, dirty floor of my work shed. As I stand, swaying, my eyes fix on the door to the shed; the only way in or out.
By Michael Bradshawabout a year ago in Horror
