Michael King
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The Wild Moon's Gift
I remember laying in my room as the wind was raging outside. I’d always hated storms because of the loud thunder. The rain was pounding against my window as lightening flashed across the walls. I threw my head under the blanket, covering my ears, and began shaking. Despite knowing it was coming, I still jumped as the thunder roared, seeming like it was just outside my house.
By Michael King3 years ago in Fiction
The Truth About the Darkness
"You don't get it do you?" I ask slowly walking towards them. I lock eyes with the tall young man standing in front of the group. He reminded me of my younger self...before. "Shadows. Darkness. These aren't real things. Merely descriptions." I say stopping directly in front of him just outside of arm’s length.
By Michael King3 years ago in Fiction
