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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February, 2022 I sat on a blanket, ripping up blades of grass while my dog lolled next to me in the unseasonably warm sun. The woman on the other end of the phone asked if I was familiar with the process of sourdough.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Feast
The Hornet's Nest
Blank’s companions scattered like leaves on a swirling breeze. They seemed to know exactly where they wanted to be, and she was left with a sinking feeling in her stomach. A drink, that’s what she needed. Something to buoy her determination.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
I am Less Scared Than My Mother. Top Story - February 2025.
I am less scared than my mother, I think Of gray hair, and gentle wrinkles, and hands pruning in the sink. For her they’re a looming future, something to escape,
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
Linger
I ask if you want some tea, You smile and say you should get going. "Of course, of course," yet somehow, the kettle is put on anyways.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
Memento Mori
Men fear the oblivion of faded memory; Earthly minds grapple with eternity, Mortal hands build castles in the sand, Etching names into the dust.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
The Hunter
The fire wasn’t moving. Blank shook out her hands, twisting to look over her shoulder. The waves in the sparse moonlight were still. The lack of the sea's unending chatter unnerved her. Apart from her own breath, the world around her was dead silent. Guy, Ides, and Eridin were just behind her, chests heaving from exertion, staring past her towards the fire. Rue, who’d been standing nearby, scrambled back, balancing on her toes as if to bolt for the jungle. Blank became aware of a shadow blocking out the orange firelight. She looked up.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Embers in the Sand. Content Warning.
As the door to the captain's quarters swung closed, Rue caught it with the toe of her boot and ushered Blank and Oda inside.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Fearless
I smile and laugh with all my teeth Because feigned happiness is toothless Safe behind the motions of politeness ‘Cause my friends are uncomfy if I feel worthless
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets
Threads of the Past
When Guy left for a few more hours of sleep, Blank and Eridin settled at the stern, keeping a watchful eye on the ship trailing the horizon.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Stars and Seas
It was cool on deck, the sun had set and a soft wind from the south blew fitfully across the sails. Rue took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and thought back on the hundreds of nights she’d spent like this; hanging over a rail, the creaking ship beneath her bare feet, and the stars wheeling overhead.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Skies and Scars
After determining that there was not a kidnappish-looking bag or other such sinister object in sight, Oda allowed herself to relax. She wanted to know where things would be happening.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Cast Off
Oda was awake bright and early, head buzzing with the promise of adventure. She wasn’t sure how she felt agreeing to board a boat again so soon after escaping one, but as long as she wasn’t stuffed in a sack and left for dead, she’d be alright.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters