M. A. Mehan

Joined June 2022

125 stories

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"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien

storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat

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Honest Rest
It’s quiet now, the moon is full, Clouds cross the sky like thin, carded wool We gather under her orange light, like birds back to a nest,
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Poets
A Flash of White
Teeth bared, feet on the ground, Baited breath that makes no sound Hearts beat for a moment as one Hunter and prey and a low, dying sun.
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Poets
Prey
A breath down my neck Wolf’s claws, sheep’s wool, trace my spine “Going so soon, love?”
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Poets
Eyes Up. Top Story - October 2025.
Eyes up, little one, don’t tremble. There is darkness all around you. Eyes up, little one, don’t tremble. Heed not the whispers that surround you.
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Poets
A Light Unto My Path
Your Word is a shining lantern unto my wandering feet, It guides me through the darkness where the gnashing monsters meet.
By M. A. Mehan 4 months ago in Poets
Darkmoor's Shadow
She knew she was much too old to be listening in at keyholes. And she knew she was much too old to be trying to peer through them either. It was one thing to be caught eavesdropping, it was quite another to be caught so obviously. However, Alina Darkmoor couldn’t tear herself away.
By M. A. Mehan 5 months ago in Fiction
What If?
The world at my feet, tilting forward into the sun. What if? What if I let go? Take the leap and learn to fly? What if I stumble? Trip and fall and be lost in a world gone
By M. A. Mehan 5 months ago in Poets
She Can Rest
Gold light changes hands Summer lays to rest her task Autumn takes it up
By M. A. Mehan 6 months ago in Poets
Rat Race
Scurry scurry scurry little mouse, One thing to the next to the next to the next. No time for quiet, No time for rest,
By M. A. Mehan 6 months ago in Poets
Out of the Flames
Oda dashed across the bridge to the mansion steps. The great double doors of the house were thrown wide, one hanging precariously from twisted hinges. She turned to see Ides following her, and Guy being backed into a side-street skirmish on the far side of the bridge.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Chapters
Ritual
shhhhhhhh Time takes a breather. Thoughts of my grocery list Disappear in the fragrant steam, As espresso pools at the bottom of a glass.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Poets
Mama
Mama. I saw the light inside your eyes dissolve in unshed tears. Your smile hid a trembling lip as we shared unspoken fears.
By M. A. Mehan 7 months ago in Poets