A. Medlin

Hi everyone! Welcome to story excerpt night! Today's excerpt is from a flash fiction piece I'm working on called Florals . Let me know if you like it so far, and if I should continue the story!! CW: supernatural, supernatural death . . . . . Val figured winning the county fair’s gardening exhibition for the third year in a row meant the most drama she would ever face would be her and Margaret Johnson’s courteous and not-so-friendly debates about the amount of water a Chinese marigold needed. After all, Val had always presented herself as a skilled botanist, and so none of the other gardeners in her club had any idea she was also a skilled necromancer. Val liked to keep this to herself. Toting the label of necromancer, let alone a necrobotanist, carried a certain kind of stigma. However, when Val suspected a faery was eating her petunias, she figured a bit of black magic might help. Val set her trap and hoped that it would be enough to scare the faery away. Unfortunately, when s...

Hi everyone! Welcome to novel sneak peak night! I've posted a lot about Dog Down , but I figured tonight, I'd post a little bit about my second novel WIP, (working title) ASTRO . Please enjoy this excerpt from chapter 2 <3 CW: blood, mentions of guns . . . . . The walk along the riverbank was dreadful. Susana had her moist coat wrapped around her like it would do any good and had followed the creature about a block down. It would be another half a block or so before she found where she’d parked, though Susana did begin to wonder if maybe the creature knew that. How? She wasn’t sure, but most of her disbelief had gone out the window when she’d decided to follow this thing down the river and away from Colt. As she stared at it, she realized that the creature was limping. Actually, now that Susana really looked, the farther they walked down the riverbank, the more the creature seemed to falter in its step. It was still dark, though the rain had subsided for a bit, but she could...

Hi everyone! Welcome back to another Tuesday Novel Storytime, this time featuring an excerpt from chapter 6 of my novel Dog Down. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading! CW: animals in danger, talk of zombies . . . . . After a few seconds, Indigo was almost certain whatever it was had been a trick of the mind, but before long, she noticed something much smaller than a human moving through the hedges along the house closest to them. Indigo knew this was no strange human, the strange humans were much bigger than whatever this was, but she was confused as to why this creature was stalking its way towards them. The shape stopped just short of the edge of the hedge, a little too far away for Indigo to call out to, but she could see a pair of eyes staring at her through the foliage. A cat? Indigo voiced to herself, confused as to why a cat was interested in them. Indigo herself didn’t know much about them, only that they were often allowed to roam freely in a way her kind were no...

Hi lovelies! This is a new monthly segment on the page where I post a NEW short story every third Friday of the month! Hooray!! Please enjoy... MORGAN’S MEOW CW: animal d3ath, ghosts (IT HAS A POSITIVE ENDING, I PROMISE) . . . . . Morgan had been dead for one hundred years and never liked the tenants in her house. Then, one day, they brought home a small, black cat. The cat stopped at the foot of the stairs, sat down, and meowed right at Morgan. Morgan’s eyes widened when it walked towards her and looked directly at her. “Can you see me?” she asked. The cat meowed again. Morgan had never had a pet, and she didn’t consider this one hers. However, the more the cat unsuccessfully tried to rub against her leg, or climb onto her lap, the more Morgan grew fond of the cat. In fact, she liked the cat so much, she stopped trying to chase away the tenants. One day, the man left the front door open. The cat got out. Morgan could only watch in horror as the cat ran across the street, o...

✨️On giving up something for lent✨️ As we are now in lenten times (for those familiar with Catholicism), I'd like to share some religious thoughts. Please bear in mind, I am an EX catholic, so if you're going to read this, do remember that and know I WILL act, and perhaps even respond, accordingly. Religion, to me, wears many oppressive hats. When I think about Christianity, and specifically Catholicism, I think a LOT about my culture. The peoples of Latin America had religion forced on them by colonialists, and so many of their descendants and the diaspora cling to this oppressive blanket like it ever did them or their ancestors any favors. I can't speak for everyone, but I will speak on the Mexican diaspora in the US. Unfortunately, those who do not reside in ancestral pueblos and villages and towns have lost their traditions and beliefs and folklore to Catholicism, to the "one true God," and it is reflected in the way so many young Latinos have bee...

I often like to think of the metaphor of the grief box when I'm missing my dad. I read about it on Tumblr once, so I don't remember the exact wording or who to credit. If you know, let me know! When we first lose someone, our Grief Box is large, and it's full of Stuff. That Stuff touches every side of the Grief Box so that you feel like it'll never end, that it's just always going to be massive and you'll never feel relief. Fresh grief is its own hell. But, as time goes on, the Stuff in your Grief Box begins to shrink. You barely notice at first, because the Stuff is still touching the sides of your Grief Box frequently, often, every few minutes, etc. More time passes. The Stuff continues to shrink. And as it shrinks, it stops touching the sides of the Grief Box as often. In time, the Stuff is so small, it hardly ever touches the Grief Box. But the Stuff never goes away. The Grief Box never goes away. There are days we can breathe, and days we cannot. Today, it ...