R. Morgan Stories

fantasy, death, and dreams

Legend of the Realms Chapter 2

Sphene couldn’t get the image out of her head. The sky had been gray and the wind chilled her to the bone. The practitioner spoke words that had grown so familiar to Sphene that she had decided to simply not listen. She tried to force herself to feel anything, but she didn’t. Standing at the feet of the sea, she saw the bodies as they floated off to the horizon. Twelve, she had counted. The body of Petra and the ones of twelve soldiers that had tried to save her.


Queen of Lights part 2

Harriet wasn’t sure why she had been so afraid the first time she met her mother. She tried to focused on the white walls of the castle and tried to paint them with the colors she remembered from the in-between. A man escorted her through more white rooms than she could count. She wasn’t thinking about her mother at all as she walked through them. She had thought for so long that her mother was dead, that she wouldn’t believe otherwise until she saw it for herself. To her, this was no different than meeting her mother in a dream, and not much more real either.


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 →

La Costa

Era un amigo. Bueno, no en realidad. Más como un conocido. Solo me lo encontré una vez, pero fue suficiente para marcarme. Estaba oscuro. Frio. Mi linterna colgaba de mi lado pero no la iba a usar. Si no los... Continue Reading →

Confessions – Island of the Broken Dolls Excerpt

Warning: adult themes and depiction of sexual assault. "Sal leads the way through the darkness. We walk a couple of blocks when a single raindrop falls onto my nose. Rain is closing in. I hope the place is close by..."

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.

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