
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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Scatterbrained
With a pop, Oda appeared in the middle of a big room packed full of people. She was wearing the ring she’d pilfered from Sheverash, and judging by the lack of reaction from those around her, she’d guessed correctly that it was enchanted with invisibility.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Chapters
Revolutionary Love
My Love, How bittersweet it is to pick up the pen. I rejoice that we have this small thread to keep us together, but it is a very thin thread indeed. I miss you dearly, and wish you were here for the wonderful news. Our son is walking! He, on his unsteady little feet, held my hand and we walked down the lane to watch the regiments pass. Are you not the proudest papa? My heart is full to bursting as I watch him grow. His sisters too are well and are always moving, it is a fight for them to sit still. If they were to run to the farthest snow drifts of the north to the hottest islands of the south and back again, they would still have the breath to beg me for sweets after supper. At the very least they sleep throughout the night again. The steady gunfire over the past months has kept them up. But even restless nights have not slowed the pace of their chatter.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in History
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
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







