M. A. Mehan

Joined June 2022

129 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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The Ocean Weeps
I stand at the shore, The waves wrap around my legs, The low tide beckons me out Further, further, come to me, Find rest in my arms.
By M. A. Mehan 9 months ago in Poets
Smoke Over the Sun
Blank stood with her back to the sinking Honesty. The restless sea would soon consume it and even the smoke rising in a black pillar would be swallowed by the waves. The sooner the better, she thought.
By M. A. Mehan 9 months ago in Chapters
Sincerity
Watch their lips and count their teeth Guard your trust with lock and key The air grows thick with honeyed words When sincerity’s a commodity
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Poets
today, the sea is his
Brother: She’s stopped telling me what to do. I feel her standing behind, Eyes on me. I know she’s still there.
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Poets
Rage-Colored Glasses
When people smile and say that I’m kind, I want to say they’re straight out of their mind. I feel so unworthy, with my boiling blood,
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Poets
At the Altar
The quiet of a moment A shaking hand raised high The mercy of atonement A dying, smoke-smudged sky . I stand at the altar of Judgement
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Poets
Red Seas
A stray, slashing cut caught Rue in the arm, breaking her focus. She drew her shortsword with more instinct than purpose, fending off her foe as her hold on the noxious spell over the crippled Bloodcrest became tremulous. The tussle was short, fueled with panic, and ended with her blade in his chest. Only then did she take a good look at him.
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Chapters
Curiosity
Not everyone finds A reason A tether A hope Or some grand sign to stay. Sometimes the only thing keeping me here
By M. A. Mehan 10 months ago in Poets
Home
When will I get to make a house a home? Build something lovely and fully my own? Where lost hearts are sheltered and nurtured and known?
By M. A. Mehan 11 months ago in Poets
I Met My Younger Self
I met my younger self for coffee today. She was fifteen minutes early and I was five minutes late She ordered a chai and gawked at my black coffee.
By M. A. Mehan 12 months ago in Poets
Red Sails
Oda landed silently on the wooden deck. She flicked her hood back and grinned at her companions, who landed beside her in varying degrees of grace. Blank rode the wind like a goddess, lavender hair flowing and boots impacting the deck with magical ease. Ides stumbled heavily behind her, but kept his feet. Oda turned to see Rue getting hauled over the rail like a fish, clinging to Guy’s metal arm. The half-elf looked worried… and soaked. Oda skipped a few steps back, not wanting to get seawater in her fur.
By M. A. Mehan 12 months ago in Chapters
Crimson Shadow
I sit with the moon, and shiver in the wind. There's red on her fringes, a veil over her face. Luna? I ask. Aren't you afraid?
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Poets