Dillon R Morgan
Bio
I love stories in all their forms. When I'm not writing I enjoy books, movies, shows, games, and music.
Stories give us a break from reality and insight into life. I hope you enjoy my stories and find something meaningful.
Stories (11/0)
Kanto Maru
My empty stomach turned as the woman next door screamed for her baby’s life. The man roared and banged around the ship’s cabin, causing our shared wall to shake. My nails cut into my palms as the baby wailed over everything. It took all my restraint not to intervene.
By Dillon R Morganabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2022
Every Eye Sheds TearsTop Story - October 2022
I first met Claire when we still lived close and before Dad left. She invited me to her sixth birthday party since Dad and Phil had been working together for a year. While she and the other kindergarteners got their faces painted by the princess or took turns riding her new pony, I sat alone at a table, swinging my preschooler legs and nibbling on pizza.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Integrity
Heart racing, Damian quieted his breath inside the stuffy cupboard. Fortunately, Governor Ivan Biel kept the full-sized cabinet in his dining hall from which Damian could observe the banquet table through the cracked doors. The stifling fire flickered, illuminating a slice of Damian, but for only the most observant to see.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Blood
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Centuries had healed Yamaku’s draconic destruction, and now only the Ryuchi-gawa river and Hebi Yokusei-ji temple attested to the ancient horrors of the Great Demon of the Mountain. Since the death of Yamaku and the founding of Yokusei-ji shortly after, the monks’ faithful dedication to ritual had prevented the dragon god’s return.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Shinjū-心中
When Giriko asked me to jump with her, I didn’t bat an eye. I’d already thought of it myself. Seventy-five stories above Tokyo, the wind lashed at my exposed neck. The murmur of cars from the busy streets below couldn’t reach me through the whistling in my ears. The night lights sparkling off their microscopic windshields failed to reach the crushing darkness enveloping us above.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Snow & Fire
Hal stumbled over rock and root through knee-deep snow in his desperate escape from the wolves. Fresh powder caked on his broad umbrella hat as he wound through the dense pine forest. Every fifty paces snow sloughed off before his eyes and crunched softly around his thighs.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
The Job
Father didn’t want The Job. He posed in his blue suit across the desk from Mr. Major anyway, counting the ticks of the wall clock. Sweat itched across his scalp and beaded along his hairline. Mr. Major flipped a page in his hand and scowled at Father’s resume.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Aquatum Christmas
Every year around that time, I spent long nights in the holo room, the only part of the station capable of shutting out the ceaseless sunshine and the only room still fully functional. My favorite room, and not just because it could turn back time and bring the dead back to life.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Unreproductive
Security dragged the girl, kicking and screaming, out of a back room. Aaron watched from the Line for Match Applications with the other sixteen-year-olds. The girl arched her back, dug her heels into the gray tile, and threw her head back. Her mane of kinky black hair fanned out in a momentary afro. The fluorescent lights reflected off her dark cheeks, slick with tears.
By Dillon R Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
