Micah Robertson

Hello! I’m Micah, a 25 year old aspiring writer from the UK. I have no formal writing training, my degree being in Classical History, so I’m using this app to try and learn and improve by writing myself and reading others brilliant works. Cheers!

Micah Robertson

Revolver

Micah Robertson

1 min read

“I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself.”

My arms remained shakily outstretched, as if I was attempting to calm down a rampant stallion who had just bucked me into the dirt. Arthur's gaze never strayed from mine, his eyes looking through me, cold and dead.

"Arthur. It's okay buddy. We can still fix this." My voice trembled uncontrollably, I knew what had just happened was unfixable, and s...

The Unexpected Vortex

Micah Robertson

2 min read

"Huh."

After a really quite spectacular symphony of cracks, bangs - and what sounded like tiny screams, - the lilac smoke had cleared. Wafting the magical vapour away from her face, Lilith began to scan the room. Nothing. Everything looked the exact same. The weathered wooden boards that made up the walls, the rusted cauldron bubbling with the revolting elixir she had just mixed. Even all the cro...

Fantasy

Wretch

Micah Robertson

1 min read

Around her, the warped, eldritch branches writhed within the haunted fog as if performing some macabre dance. She sat hunched and wailing into her wicked hands, mouth agape emitting a screech that pierced my very soul.

I felt my hands begin to quiver uncontrollably, I looked to my knuckles, now ice white from the force I gripped the dagger with. I knew what had to be done, I really did, yet I so ...

Horror

Engine Parts

Micah Robertson

2 min read

Ryan frantically rummaged through the rusted husk of the bus. Watching him gut the desiccated engine block for parts was somewhat akin to watching a crazed rat rummage through bin bags in search of its next, extremely disappointing, meal. After about 10 minutes of flinging scrap metal into the trees and chittering under his breath, he pulled his gaunt head from the gaping hole where the engine onc...

Science fiction

Action & adventure

Failed Jokes

Micah Robertson

1 min read

“I think I’ve just met the happiest person in the world!"

The cashier sat there with a defeated look on their face, staring at me as if I’d executed her family before her eyes. Understandable of course, as she looked suitably miserable at her confined spot behind the brutalist countertop and the humour of a middle aged man in cargo shorts probably wasn’t something she was desperately seeking. Cle...

Humour

Cursed

Micah Robertson

1 min read

She was right there, her pale face smiling down at me, her outstretched arms ready to lift me once again into her embrace. My fingers, moments away from caressing her petite, soft hands as they warmly invited me to hold them once again. Mere moments away from returning to the only time in my cursed existence I’d truly felt my heart at peace and like everything else before, I watched it crumble awa...

Another Day In The Saloon

Micah Robertson

1 min read

The saloon doors flung open with a mighty smack as they collided with the crooked wooden walls. Stood there, face shadowed by his crimson hat stood a tall man with, unusually, 3 arms. The sextuplets that had been vigorously wrestling on the nearby poker table over an untied shoelace all at once clambered to their unnaturally large feet and hastily saluted this menacing figure.

I went to take a s...

Humour

Western

Ten Million Quid

Micah Robertson

1 min read

Despite the looming and quite honestly dire situation, I still took a moment to look at Pete with a face of complete and utter disbelief. A slow smirk started to rise on his weathered face, like he’d made some kind of incredible and well timed joke. Shame he was the only wanker around who even remotely enjoyed it.

“‘Course I need a ride you bloody twat!" I yelled, just before diving over the bonn...

Humour

Shades

Micah Robertson

4 min read

My brother had been telling me for weeks that someone had been following him, that he had been seeing amethyst eyes in the shrubbery near his home. I allowed him to stay with me if only to give myself reprieve of the constant babbling, for I was sure he did not posses the curse I had shackled upon me since birth. But now, my dear brother is gone and not a living soul knows where he is. This is why...

Fantasy

Horror

The Crooked Dream

Micah Robertson

1 min read

It looms over me, a twisted mockery of what made me feel safe as a child. It’s warped appendages corrupting the space around me, slowly creeping through the air and forming horrible dark fingers over the crimson sky. Each eldritch branch whispers dark secrets to one another, secrets that no one could ever truly comprehend. Secrets of life and death, secrets of the void, secrets of the unbearable d...

Horror