Michelle Miller

Joined July 2022

4 stories

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Random poems, observations of life, and works of fiction... Welcome!

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The Thirteenth Passenger
The cradle in which I lay rocks gently, pushed by a sweet summer breeze as I gaze up at a robin's egg sky. Its creaking swing is oddly familiar and rhythmic. Suddenly, a new sound imposes upon my reality, the shrill scream of a train whistle. It echoes once more, and my cradle is jolted abruptly. I am falling toward a lush green meadow five stories below. As the ground rushes up to greet me, my eyes flutter open, my heart thudding hard and fast in my chest, my lungs desperately clutching at the air, and I find myself on a train.
By Michelle Miller3 years ago in Fiction
The Vessel
This vessel does not fit. It has wrinkles and the seams do not lay flat. This vessel is nothing but iron bars. The connection I have to it is inseverable if I wish to be but must be sliced apart if I am to be truly seen.
By Michelle Miller4 years ago in Poets
The Robe
I wear the robe The robe of perceived fragility and the necessary strength that comes from it I wear the robe The robe that holds but an object and fuels the soul's will to blaze anew
By Michelle Miller4 years ago in Poets
The Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a particularly dark summer evening as the new moon rose in the sky, providing only a halo of shimmering clouds over the pines.
By Michelle Miller4 years ago in Fiction