mike

Joined June 2021

3 stories

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I'd like to make enough to live off my art. I have a 70k word philoso-fantasy novel called, Six Gifts of Stone. And a publisher would be nice.

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Tree'O Life
His name was ___, and he was a seed. Born in the scorched dirt of a small plot to the South, where the adjacent earth was soupy red and salted loam. And it was no garden, but who could imagine richer soil; he was where he was from: a seed grown where planted.
By mike4 years ago in Fiction
Microcosmic Scope
Zoe placed the cover on top of the Petrie dish. For a moment she stopped to appreciate how gross it all was: the thin beige-gray slice of cerebellum, the cerebrospinal fluid seeping from the thawed meat, the smell—or lackthereof. She couldn’t help but regard it. It was all so disgusting and bizarre and incredible.
By mike4 years ago in Fiction
FEEL.
The brown paper box slid though the slot in the wall and Nihil took it to the table. Carefully positioning himself in the chair before pulling aside the flap to reach in. He would’ve loved to simply dump the box over his head—to feel multiple things at once. But that would’ve been it. He’d have nothing else to pass the rest of the day in his chamber.
By mike5 years ago in Fiction