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R. Morgan Stories

fantasy, death, and dreams

Legend of The Realms Chapter 1

1 Sphene watched the flames from the fireplace dance and swore she could feel them kissing her skin. She shivered at the wind that ran through the room, but would not dare get closer. She preferred to keep her distance.... Continue Reading →

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Queen of Lights – Part 1

Harriet gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands. “One last time,” she whispered to herself, “One. Last. Time.” She looked at the filled bathtub, her body ice cold. She pushed herself off the sink... Continue Reading →

The Shore

He was a friend. Well, not really. An acquaintance is more like it. I only met him once but that one time was enough to mark me. It was dark. Cold. I had my flashlight strapped onto my side but... Continue Reading →

Messages in a Bottle

Dearest girl, I hear you on the dock every sunset. You stand by the edge and lean into the rail just enough so that I can see your reflection. Your eyes stare intently into the water, searching for something. You... Continue Reading →

The Child

When a strange woman arrives at his daughter's grave, Marcus takes a journey through the mystical dangers of the forest to hush the spirit of a crying child.

The Child – Part 5

As the sun came out, Marcus followed the sound. He had never heard the cry of the child with such clarity. He had grown used to the stillness of the forest. The quiet that had accompanied him through the trees... Continue Reading →

The Child – Part 4

Marcus couldn’t see a thing beyond the light of the fire Fatima had set. She held dried leaves over the flame and let them fall into it. Marcus could barely keep himself awake. Only the pain of his cut fingers kept him from falling asleep. He watched Fatima feed the fire. “You keep surprising me,” he muttered. Fatima turned to look at him for an instant before returning her sight to the fire. “What happened after I fell?”

The Pianist

Dante pressed his finger against the piano key. The sound echoed in the silence. He looked to the door. No one was coming. He was finally alone. He couldn’t keep his heart from racing. He wasn’t supposed to use the... Continue Reading →

The Child – Part 3

Daylight crawled through the branches and onto the grass. Marcus opened his eyes but he didn’t sit up. He was too tired to move. He stared at Fatima as the light fell over her. He hadn’t gotten a chance to look at her so closely. She had a soft face that resembled the one of a child, but with bags under her eyes that aged her terribly. Her skin seemed to be covered by a soft layer of fog. Her eyes were fixed in the trees of the forest.

Old Friends

Andrew woke up with a nudge on his arm. His first instinct was to touch his wallet. Gone, like always. He gritted his teeth and rubbed his eyes. “Andrew?” A woman asked. “What the fuck do you want?” He muttered,... Continue Reading →

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