M. A. Mehan
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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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Set in Motion
The afternoon crawled by and when the sun began to sink towards a bank of angry red clouds, Rue led the way to the governor’s mansion. It took them a while to get past the guards, and it wasn’t until she demanded they go get Guy that they were allowed to enter.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Paths Entwine
Rue flew backwards and landed hard on her ribs. For an agonizing second all she knew was bright pain radiating through every part of her being. Gasping, she choked on the smoke rising furiously around her. It was too thick to breathe, and her vision blurred. She struggled to her feet and stumbled forward, trying to clear the burning barracks.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Paths Collide
The docks disappeared in a wall of fire, instantly consumed. Rue braced against the furious heat. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the blazing light and heat filling the air. She was barely able to hear the screaming over her own pounding heart.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
River's Dirge
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Avalyn, queen of Vyren, daughter of the river, was missing. A naiad of breathtaking beauty, she was the first and only love of the beloved King Alric, and as such was tolerated for his sake. The crown on her head was a point of raging jealousy for the noblewomen, and to make matters worse, she’d borne not one, but two heirs, infusing ancient, river-spirit blood into the line of Vyrean royals. Her disappearance had been discovered only that morning, but the wagging tongues of the court had already fanned the gossip into an insidious fire.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
Weeper's Ranch. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. Especially if the knocking stopped. Colby Jones was a wanderer, but when he heard how well the ranch job paid, he jumped at it like a cat with its tail a-fire. The tales that sent others away in droves had no effect on his determination. He expected to slip into the routine of work and rest as easily as a hand in a glove.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Horror
The Fool's Game
Trust ain’t nothing more than a game, boy. You place your bets and throw down your cards and pray you’ve played your hand right. The other players are doing the same thing. Don’t matter if they’re keepin’ tight-lipped, cards close to their chest; or if they’re talking bigger than their strewn-out cards allow… in the end everyone’s got something to hide.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
