Mike Cornish
Bio
Mike Cornish lives near the premier wine area McLaren Vale. He is married, 2 grown-up daughters 4 grandchildren. Always creative now retired he has turned his talent to writing.
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Dragon Rider
Kaimria circled. ‘There’ he thought ‘there is a little one.’ He scanned the surrounding area looking for its parents. The infant seemed all alone. He circled closer constantly scanning. It wasn’t that he was particularly frightened of the adults. A few he could manage but they were determined fighters especially when defending their babies. This little one though did seem all alone, but maybe it was a trap.
By Mike Cornish3 years ago in Fiction
RELIC
No-one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But scream they must have done. Looking through the wreck and seeing the strange bodies. They must have known they were going to die. It is hard to comprehend the fear of the certain knowledge that your world is failing and its ability to support life is disappearing.
By Mike Cornish3 years ago in Fiction
Annika
Annika Abandoned MikeC No-one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I have just woken and it is dark. I mean dark dark as in no light. Something is wrong. I climb out of my sleeping bag. I should be able to see my computer screen’s standby light but I can’t see a thing. I fumble for the door to my sleeping compartment and slide it open. Everything is dark and its cold. It shouldn’t be cold.
By Mike Cornish3 years ago in Fiction
Earth Three
Earth Three MikeC No-one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sometimes though the vacuum is in your life, in your family, in your culture or even in the history of your people. Sometimes you scream and no-one hears. History records the events and the facts, sometimes even the causes but never the screams of the people suffering, of the cultural destruction, of the loss of identify. In the middle of all this are people trying to be who they want to be, people screaming silently.
By Mike Cornish3 years ago in Fiction
Frostum
Frostum Dragon Hunter By Mike Cornish There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Their arrival was a disaster. This was once a futile productive community. The dragons took our livestock and burned our crops. At first we thought these creatures were wantonly evil and their destruction of our lands mischievous. However the burning of our crops was to chase their pray out into the open, but that explanation didn’t help us.
By Mike Cornish4 years ago in Fiction
