M.W. Whitaker
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I'm from Mesa, AZ. I have been writing stories since I was a child. Tips and subscriptions are always welcome, both on here and at my Kofi Page:
https://ko-fi.com/mwwhitaker
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Seeing Red
Alex O’Reilly heard the buzzing sound of a drone outside his Dublin flat, and a gentle thud as something landed on his doorstep. He was in the middle of an email, a steaming cup of black coffee by him. He grumbled and got to his feet. With the rash of robberies in the neighborhood, he knew he should get the package in. He cursed silently. It was a good size package and a bit heavy. He looked it over, looking for shipping information. He cursed softly. Idiots! The package wasn’t even addressed to him. It was for a house a block away. He put the box on the kitchen counter, and slowly finished his coffee and his email. As he finished his last sip, Alex heard something.
By M.W. Whitaker3 years ago in Fiction
Sounds and Silence
Drumbeats at sunrise Reverant silence as well Serene fastness there Background: This poem is written about Piestewa Peak, which is a very surreal environment. It is in North Central Phoenix, with suburbs and city all around it. It is often a reflection of life itself, with some people climbing up the steep trail at a virtual sprint, while others climbing slowly and steadily up. Every morning at sunrise, Taiko drummer Ken Koshio plays at the top of the mountain. If you are able to reach the very peak, it is reverent and silent. There could be two dozen hikers up there, but it is quiet. It's far enough up that you get the best of both worlds: a great view of the city, but without the noise.
By M.W. Whitaker3 years ago in Poets
Superstition Mountain
Magenta palace Mysteries and legends too Treasured gold hidden This poem is about the Superstition Mountains that are only a small distance from my home. They have captured the imagination of many writers, and there are legends aplenty including the legend of the Lost Dutchman gold mine. Part of the mountains includes a rock chimney called Weaver's Needle that supposedly points the way to the mine. One cool fact about the Superstition Mountains is that twice a year, in March and September there is a shadow that appears that looks like a cougar chasing its prey.
By M.W. Whitaker3 years ago in Poets
The Pearl
You would never believe how lonely it can be. To begin, I am different than you think. While there are so many legends about creatures like me, they have been embellished and twisted beyond all recognition. The truth is, shall we say complex. We are known by many names throughout many cultures: taniyn, lóng, dragão…dragon. Cultures in the East view us as enigmatic, powerful, and generally wise. Cultures in the West view us as agents of chaos, evil, and destruction. Both descriptions could be considered true. As for my name, it's unpronounceable by humans and don't ask me what my name is in dolphin, in wolf, or in raven. Just call me Dragon or Red if you wish. I am very old by human standards, and often very alone.
By M.W. Whitaker3 years ago in Fiction
Foundlings and Fire
Kusog the dragon was hunting above the Forest of Maaya, part of which was on fire. He sighed heavily as he flapped his enormous wings in the moonlight. There would be more accusations or even reprisals from humans accusing him and him fellow dragons of attacking them. In all but one case, it had been human raiding parties who had torched a house or a village and let the fire spread. He saw a couple of sheep wandering round in a field surrounded by a rock wall. They’d do for dinner tonight. He approached silently from behind, gliding, getting ever lower, but suddenly he swerved. There was a human child standing in the field looking right at him solemnly. He crashed into the stone wall, taking out about eighty feet of it. The sheep bleated in terror and took off running to the other end of the field. He got to his feet, and shook the dust off. He went back to the child, looking around angrily for the spawn’s parents. They were nowhere to be seen. There was no frantic mother, a lantern aloft, or a father peering around calling his son’s name.
By M.W. Whitaker3 years ago in Fiction
Only Dogs Are Allowed To Have Tails
There I am. I have to say, I'm quite the handsome fella. I mean, look at me. I have a great smile, obviously. But all the friends of my pet humans say that sometimes when I sit, I look majestic, like I should be on a throne or something. I must agree and don't you forget it! Ah, my pet humans. Their antics are funny. However, as they are a bit slower than we dogs, sometimes, though, I must establish boundaries and discipline them appropriately, particularly when they cross a line defying the natural order. It happened a few times in my life. There was that time that the human Mick brought me a New Year's Eve hat. Dogs don't wear hats. To be fair, I was a good sport, and smiled.
By M.W. Whitaker3 years ago in Petlife
Vexing Cordelia
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Then again, it’s not that hard to do. After all, I made Cordelia Mathers scream so loud that people swore they could hear it as far as Rigel, three times no less and that’s over eight hundred light years from home. It was the first time that I remember the most though. Follow. Cordelia, or more accurately Cordelia Marie Eugenie Gabriella Imelda Eva de Leonis Mathers and I were never close. How could anyone get close to someone with that many names in the way? I just had four. I am Alicia Margaret Catherine Taylor, but my friends all call me Ally. First off, some background.
By M.W. Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
Symbiosis
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However the sound registered, however, a lot of people heard it on multiple worlds. The monks on Teoa could hear it perfectly though only while they were in their meditative state. It seemed to register with different races across the galaxy in different ways as well. Empathic species like the Hassos couldn’t just hear it, they could feel it and millions of them joined in the Scream, their fur standing on end. Later on, they described it as one part terror and one part anguish. The warrior races like the Nidoi-Cang and the Oorlogskreet, declared the Scream a battle cry, and they armed themselves for war. The governments on human-controlled worlds didn’t acknowledge the Scream at first, in fact many of their so-called experts and pundits scoffed at the notion of someone or something making a sound that could carry across more than a third of the galaxy.
By M.W. Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
Banshee
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But whoever 'they' are, they lied. For a scream was how the nightmare started for us all. Our listening posts heard it first. It only lasted for forty-six seconds, but it was heard everywhere in the Terran sphere of influence. The broadcast stations on our colonies orbiting Antares and Alcor shorted out, knocking out both power and communications to over a dozen colonies. The E.S.S. Pasternak, a 50,000-passenger carrier enroute to the Canopus system had its navigational array fail. It was only by a miracle that the crew avoided a collision with one of the many space stations on the Canopus run. Even in the highest levels of the Terran government, the Scream could not be silenced or clamped down.
By M.W. Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
