• The boy kept his eyes on the ground. He followed his master quietly, like a silent shadow. It was not his place to question where his master took them. The church ahead loomed like a monstrous dragon ready to reach out and devour his soul. The boy stifled his cry of fright as his master’s [...]

  • Unthankful. Ungrateful. Not knowing that they have what I desire. They walk upon their two legs without a single thought; they don’t think that we deserve our own lives. After all, we walk upon four, or crawl on our bellies. We leap through the trees. If we do not walk on two legs then we [...]

  • Everyone wants to be immortal; no one wants to die. But, in this world we live in the only thing eternal is death. ~ Megan Hickman The man was old his mine warped with age. That’s what I though at least, as I busled by him with my jacket wrapped tight to keep out the [...]

  • The blood, the blood that spilt upon the dirt for an old rugged cross people slit each others throats. A world dominated by religion where no one is truly free. People are oppressed because of their own beliefs. It seems that when you don’t believe what the others do your throat is slit and you’re [...]

  • In a mother’s arm the babe was held safe and secure. Even though the night was londg and dark the babe slept like he should. Though the rain fell and the thunder crackled the babe never woke because he was held in the arms of his mother sheltered from the world.

  • Megan Hickman wrote about the word science 3 years ago

    The world was bleak; the skies gray and the atmosphere murky. The sky cried out with acid and the ground errupted with lava while the oceans spat oil sludge onto the shore. A single roach skittered across a desserted road and hid within a dead tree. A lone emaciated wolf scampered by a building holding [...]

  • Megan Hickman wrote about the word spine 3 years ago

    The newly proclaimed king swallowed his throat clogging with fear. His eyes were wide the white rimmed around a swollen red from seven nights of sleep lost. His tongue was swelled and it poked around in his dry mouth. While he was severly dehydrated to the point of not thinking straight, he could still fill [...]

  • Megan Hickman wrote about the word starlight 3 years ago

    Open fields with open space. A lone coy­ote skit­ters across the dry sand as a sin­gle owl hoots from inside a cac­tus before fly­ing into the dark with silent wings. The birds fluff there feath­ers in sleep. The brown coy­ote lifts his head and looks up at the starlight. With bright amber eyes he cries [...]

  • Megan Hickman became a registered member 3 years ago