Morgana Miller
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Stories (90/0)
- Top Story - March 2023
Bodie
I shove the last brown box under my truck bed's shell and slam the liftgate. Perfect fit. I’ve gotten good at vagabond's Tetris over the years—keep physics in mind, and more importantly, keep only what space allows. They say moving is one of the most stressful life events a person can endure, right up there with divorce and disease, but that’s because most people own too much shit.
By Morgana Millerabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
A Saltmarsh Survival Story
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. At first glance, deceptively familiar—a barge composed of colorful shipping containers drifted against the white, encroaching sky, where dots of gulls swooped down and up again, pilfering from the brackish waters below. But the Port of Savannah’s modern strangeness was irreconcilable with her childhood memories. Swarms of mechanized dockbots and self-operating gantry cranes thudded and clinked in autonomous synchronicity, flaunting the ghostly obsolescence of their human forebears. The nose-burning adhesive smell of the old paper mill was absent from the salty marsh air. Even her late father's overseer cabin was unrecognizable.
By Morgana Millerabout a year ago in Fiction