Morgan

I’m still finding my voice when I write, so despite the fun, all feedback is welcome

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Morgan

I’m still finding my voice when I write, so despite the fun, all feedback is welcome

Writings

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Following

Final Seconds

Morgan

4 min read

The low thud in my ears was all consuming. Piercing the silence, each thud of my racing heart pulled me, physically, back into the moment. It prevented my slipping into a daze or a daydream, prevented any possibility of blocking the reality I had found myself in. There was, at the end, only myself, my heartbeat and the clanking of metal around my feet and ankles.

Of course, I was far from alone....

Drama

Horror

White Light

Morgan

1 min read

Life appeared as a bolt of light

Piercing through the blazen white

Snowflakes thundered under the hue

And it was in that moment that she knew

Take my hand, she said, and hold it tight

We must follow the illuminated bite

Strike me down as only you

Can make me see beyond the blue

The stars are mirrors, and so I see

There is no you, and there is no me

A white expense is all that remains

A...

Hellfire Can Even Burn the Future

Morgan

3 min read

The flowers had been beautiful, exaggerated bouquets of white roses intermingled with green accents had lined the isle. Only half an hour ago I’d been among them while standing by the alter with my back to the seated throngs of family, friends, and distant relations.

The floral sweet perfume was dizzying, I placed my fingers to my temple to steady the ship. Maybe my tie was too tight? Or the mome...

Home Is Waiting For you, Right Here

Morgan

1 min read

I didn’t know she was leaving, nor did she. Unbeknownst to either of us we were approaching a fork in the road.

I remember the day being cloudy, a gloomy hue clung to the sky. Quite a contrast to the joyous look in her eyes as she bounced around the garden. How she darted among the leaves, almost too quick to spot, before eventually pouncing from behind a plant pot or the far side of the shed.

S...

I Breathe, The Walls Breathe Too

Morgan

3 min read

The sofa is uncomfortable, specifically, the cushion I am sat on feels lumpy. I just can’t get comfortable.

The cushion is a rocky ocean and I am a dingy flung too and throw, easily capsizable, and yet despite the waves crashing into me I am yet to be flung to the deepest depths.

Silence. This is the quietest thunder storm known to man. There is only my breath, visible in the freezing temperatur...

In Darkness

Morgan

1 min read

What are you doing?

I can’t see,

Oh god.

I can’t see!

Hello?

Are you there?

Please.

Please let me go.

I can’t see.

Please…

Please!

I didn’t do anything!

Oh god..

Oh god!

I’ll do anything!

Anything!

Just let me go!

Please!

Let me go home!

I’m cold…

I want to go home…

I can’t see.

What’s that noise?

Is that metal?

Hello?

Is someone there?

Ple...

The Betrayal

Morgan

3 min read

It was the vastness I missed, all those years away. The forever extending expanse of water that cools my head and soothes my heart. Despite a slither of land breaking the line separating the gentle waves from the clouds, I always believed the tides went on forever. Maybe I couldn’t see that far ahead when I was young, maybe it was among the many fantasies I composed for myself.

The sound of the w...