Mcmann Stories

From a huge blast in the sky, a young mage comes down from it. A mage in a red robe, with brown hair and brown eyes. In his left hand is a pencil. His left hand has a little limp to it but overall it seems fully functioning. It is Artimè's very own Alex Stowe. Their Head Mage. The person who gave everything to protect them, including his own life. Alex, and a few others have another chance.. at life. But these fallen know too much, they seem...too powerful. Will the unbalance they cause in the universe bright forth the end of the magical world they all hold dearly to their hearts. #1 in Lisa McMann on June 26, 2021

You see a little thirteen-year-old girl in the corner of this cafe. While you slip your drink, you spot the flash of fangs from her mouth, and the hint of bloodlust in her eyes. Is that really just a thirteen-year-old girl....? Short Story entry for Lisa McMann's NYC Writing Contest.

Once the thorns are sewn and the acid is dripped, you are our property. If you try to remove the thorns, the Warbler birds will come. Oh, the birds, the birds.

A huge blast in the sky, and the figures that emerge from it. Artimè's very own Alexander Stowe, known otherwise as Head Mage, Mr. Today's sucessor. Alex, the person who gave everything to protect them, including his own life. Alex, and a few others have another chance.. at life. But these fallen know too much and seem too powerful. Will the unbalance they cause in the universe bright forth the end of the magical world they all hold dearly to their hearts?

Life can be pretty crapy sometimes, ESPECIALLY when your mom is trying to kill you...

Founder & CEO at Systems Engineering, Inc.