Taylor Mead
Bio
I love to create stories. Currently working on self-publishing my debut novel.
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Stories (13)
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Abscond
This was an odd batch, to be sure. Usually they all came from the same relative area, wearing the same colors and saying the same things. But this group was a mixed bag of greys, blues, and browns, muttering so much varied slang it sounded like they all spoke different languages.
By Taylor Mead10 months ago in Fiction
The Great Tree and the Street Urchin
Which branch would it be today? Perhaps snake branch? Dragon? The urchin Scamp considered each as he sat above the main trunk, nestled at the junction of bird branch and red branch. He’d named each and knew the best path to get to any one at any time. They had bolstered him in times of celebration and cradled him in days of sorrow. The people of Oakton called it one of the twelve Great Trees. He simply called it his friend.
By Taylor Meadabout a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Bookstore Door
At the back of a charming bookstore, situated in an old, stone bank, there was an oddly ornate door. The old wood had runes carved into it, painted over with cartoonish flowers. Copper rivets held the entire thing together, preserving the magic and the wood.
By Taylor Meadabout a year ago in Fiction
Dahlia
Hearth Manor was a sight to see. It was still within city limits, yet going up the drive gave me the feeling of entering an entirely different world. We'd turned off a street buzzing with neon lights onto a cobblestone road, flanked on each side with dense forest. Then we'd driven another fifteen minutes before the manor came into view, rising out of the trees like the setting of some old horror flick.
By Taylor Meadabout a year ago in Fiction
Zeitgeber
Never go out after sunrise. It was our most important rule. Along with lock the doors. Shutter the windows. The house had gone to bed, but I lay awake as I often do, thinking about what could be going on beyond the stone walls of our home. What happened out there during the day? Why couldn't we even look out the windows? I'd asked mother many times before, but her answer was always the same.
By Taylor Meadabout a year ago in Fiction
Prestigious
The city was abuzz over the ball. The people of the town lined the streets to watch the parade of carriages that ushered rich men and women to the iron gates, an endless array of fancy fabric and sparkling jewelry. Such spectacles were nothing new to these people. There had been plenty of balls before.
By Taylor Meadabout a year ago in Fiction
An Inconvenient Prophesy
It has been a general rule amongst us dragons to not meddle in the affairs of humans. If you come across a battlefield, walk away. You discover the dead and dying, leave them to their fate. It is what has kept us safe and what has allowed us to achieve some measure of peace. As long as a dragon isn’t foolish enough to take a deal protecting a tower or go idiotically terrorizing human villages, they aren’t likely to send knights to hunt us down.
By Taylor Mead3 years ago in Fiction
Engine Trouble
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Hopefully they could still hear a distress signal, or I would be testing the theory myself, with no time to document the results. The main engine had stalled about an hour ago and with it, the life support. I knew I wasn’t far from station K-5-3, but the odds of someone taking the time out of their day to follow a distress signal here were rather low.
By Taylor Mead3 years ago in Fiction
