R. Morgan Stories

fantasy, death, and dreams


short story


Everything was quiet and frightfully still. The lights of the buildings died out behind me. There was only darkness and an empty unknown street. My skin was cold like death. My body shivered. My heart was at my throat. I... 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.

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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 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 →

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 →

The Other Side Coffeehouse

“Welcome to The Other Side Coffeehouse!” Ferdinand exclaimed, “May I take your order?” The girl jumped back at the sound of his voice. She looked around the shop for a moment. Ferdinand raised an eyebrow, “Miss, your order?” She shook... Continue Reading →

New York Nights

Three vignettes of the nights I remember the most in New York

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