M Nieto

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“The (Not Always Good) Foods I Loved in 2020” by M Nieto

It’s been a hell of a year, hasn’t it? Plagues and politics, a landscape so barren that we believed the dolphins had come back to Italy. 2020. A decade from now we’ll look back and think, how did I survive that? Or maybe we’ll be even worse off.  I try not to think about it. I’m young. I’m healthy. I follow the mandates, wash my hands, I’ve learned how to cook and bake better than I ever have before, and ...

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“Where the Fire Dies” by M Nieto

When he looked his wife in the face, James wanted nothing more than to settle into her warmth. Her name was Lucille, a name she told him she had adopted shortly before they met. She was dark-haired, brown-skinned, and she had the most beautiful eyes James had ever seen. They were the shade of rain-kissed hickory, so nearly black that he swore the moon reflected off of them, the stars and the planets, too.

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“A Bite Long Scarred” by M Nieto

There was not one man on his ship that cared for him beyond the heft of his name, the souls of those that had long fled to whatever world waited beyond. The men aboard Honor’s Marrow wore unscarred faces, fat unweathered cheeks and hands that had only just lost their softness. They knew him as Captain Kemp Bonefire, the Owl-Boar, half myth and half bloodlust; he had turned the tides of battle with his torn visag...

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“Mismatched” by M Nieto

He leaned against a crooked, knobby tree, skin so pale that it evoked a modeled sheet. His hair fell over his forehead in dark waves, and from the fork of a particularly stubborn lock peered light brown eyes, veined with black like the rings of an ancient tree.His name was Beckett, and he was twenty-two years old.Her name was Regan Marie, and she had known him since they were five.“Eight years and you’re still late,” Beckett said, lips twisted into a wicked little smirk. “Every Hallowe...

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“The Thief's Pyre” by M Nieto

When he looked his father in the face, Darragh wanted to disappear. Odhran Lynch was six-foot-two, dark-haired and hazel-eyed, with the broad, muscled frame of a farmer, and though he bore a name that was not Trase, he blended remarkably well. Still, he was not. And still, he pretended. At least his mother dressed it up some, wore the charming determination that came with her name. Aoife Trase - she had n...

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“Watchdog of the Orchard” by M Nieto

“How many of these are good?” Rosie asked, standing on her tiptoes to read the topmost row of apple… flavors? Breeds?  “Uh,” Max said, bending down to scan the list. There were about twenty different apples, all with their own seasons and “Sweet-Tang Rating,” marked by little pictures and graphs so small that it did not seem possible that the bulk of apple-pickers could read them with any amount of ease. ...

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“Soleil” by M Nieto

BREAKING: DEPOSED DUFRESNE HEIR SPOTTED IN THE WAKE OF MURDER SCENE. He pinned the newspaper to the concrete ledge with a finely padded knee, a humid summer wind tugging at the headline with a fevered panic Alec Dufresne had not possessed in months. An eight-month-old picture grinned up at him, his clean-shaven face and golden curls greyed by the paper’s composition, bright blue ...

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“Asylum, the Bloodless City” by M Nieto

A scarf of thick, marble-colored fur tickled the soft part of his neck, where his stubble had not yet grown coarse enough to ward off the biting cold that encased Asylum like a shell. The heat of Naoki’s drink sank through the fur-lined skin of his clawed glove and went down like liquid fire. He knew better than to complain in this place. It was not Oasis with its unending heat wave, nor Harbor with its o...

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“A Fox in the House of Badgers” by M Nieto

Richard claimed that the guardians of the Trase manor were wolves, sharp-muzzled with cold blank eyes and teeth like whetted blades, they stood ten feet up on two pillars that framed the gate. Rust ate at the metal, but the thickets of iron gorse remained, swiss-holed but sturdy.Alicia did not want to touch it. Those wolves towered over her like massive birds, and where the rain wore their faces scared her the most. She could not place why.“You’ve been here once, aye?” Richard asked. Two massive hands c...

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“The False Face of God” by M Nieto

They were the first to arrive on Sunday morning, the shadows they cast darkening the temple doors as Gus opened them. He blinked, surprised, and the taller of the two men waved as if he and Gus had met. He stared and could not determine who they were. This must have been a friendliness directed toward his profession, not his face. Sunlight bleached the even square of his clerical collar bone-white. The ta...

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Author bio

My name is M.R. Nieto! I'm a 19 year old writer of the fantasy & sci-fi genres. I enjoy slowburn and fast-paced stories in equal measure. Thank you for your support!