Miguel M. Furmanska
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I hope to create stories that are hopefully enjoyable and meaningful.
Stories (11)
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The Broken Talavera
In the evenings the Don walked the fields and searched the soil with his eyes in the fading light. It was his custom to salute his men and bid them goodnight before retiring for the day. But in recent years he retreated to his study before dawn, and his workers which had grown accustomed to his greeting felt his absence. Despite his age, he was a man known for his vitality. He was the owner of Dos Rios, a ranch that produced lush harvests.
By Miguel M. Furmanska3 years ago in Fiction
The Strawberry Thief
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle appeared like no more than a firefly from the distance, but Mirabelle happened to know exactly where the cabin was from her bedroom window. She usually looked out into the tree line at night and wondered what creatures might be lurking in the shadows, beyond the safety of her family’s farm. But that night the glimmer of light caught her eye.
By Miguel M. Furmanska4 years ago in Horror
The Full Monty
Humans like to call me monster. When I think of a monster, I think of a mindless brute. I am a troll, but that does not make me a monster. Demonizing me does not serve any of us, and it is inaccurate. I had trolls for parents and, they weren’t monsters either. I did have to kill them and eat them, but there’s a reason for that.
By Miguel M. Furmanska4 years ago in Horror
The Enlightened Man's Last Regret
When Siddhartha was a small child, he enjoyed playing in the courtyard, he explored the recesses of the weather worn brick that made up the walls of his father’s palace. He listened intently to faint echoes of whispers spoken long ago in the ancient well at the courtyard’s center. And he enjoyed watching the wind make the courtyard’s plants dance together and sway their boughs and leaves in unison.
By Miguel M. Furmanska4 years ago in Motivation
