Charlotte Eden Morris
Bio
Big imagination, happy heart, black and white words.
Stories (33/0)
The Runaway Train
The Runaway Train 1.The Little Moments: Disconnected. That’s how she felt. She awoke to the clatter of the train rushing over the tracks beneath her head, as if it was trying to escape her. Her soul felt heavy and her head fuzzy. She had no idea how long she’d been here or where “here” even was.
By Charlotte Eden Morris 2 years ago in Fiction
Graffiti On Walls, Messages in Your Art
Screaming: Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Here I was screaming; screaming and screaming, wanting someone to hear me. Maybe that’s the divine timing of it all, being in a place that you are literally begging for someone, anyone to reach into the delves of your thoughts and save you when its all too much. I felt the pain, the throbbing pain of the rusting blade in my skin. It felt real, it felt harsh. The slow seep of blood trickling down into the bath, making pools of rose-blush water, dancing as it dropped, heavy and yet weightless.
By Charlotte Eden Morris 2 years ago in Humans
The Little Leaf
There once was a little leaf, growing on a tree. He was trying to grow as fast as he could and be like the leaves around him, he wanted to be bigger, stronger, greener, less like the leaf he was. He tried and tried and tried until one day he matched his neighboring leaves.
By Charlotte Eden Morris 2 years ago in Fiction