Oula M.J. Michaels
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When I'm not writing, I'm probably chasing my three dogs, tending to my chickens, or drinking too much coffee. You can connect with me @oulamjmichaels
Stories (26)
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The Weight of the Empty Chair
The smell of rosemary and pie filled the house, warm and too familiar. Rachel hovered in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, a damp dish towel still clutched in her hand. Her mother stood at the head of the table, folding a napkin with slow precision.
By Oula M.J. Michaels5 months ago in Fiction
Still Life, With Peaches. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
The house waited at the end of the gravel road, sunlit and still. Nothing stirred but dust in the wind. From the car, Stephen could almost believe it hadn’t changed. The porch slouched gently in the late afternoon light, the swing held its crooked smile. Ivy climbed the railings as if time had simply paused to let it grow.
By Oula M.J. Michaels5 months ago in Fiction
Salt and Vinegar Summers
The gravel crunched beneath her tires as the car rolled to a stop beneath the familiar canopy of pine. The air smelled like memory—sap and sun-warmed wood, with just a trace of last night’s rain lingering in the ferns. Sylvie sat for a moment with the engine off, her fingers curled loosely around the wheel. The silence settled fast.
By Oula M.J. Michaels6 months ago in Fiction
Heritage
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Chelsea felt a chill go through her body as she saw it in the distance. The woods were thick, but the light shined brightly through. She could see it clear as day from the back patio of her home, nestled in the woods two miles from the cabin.
By Oula M.J. Michaels4 years ago in Fiction
