Jason Ray Morton
Bio
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
Stories (461/0)
Inside Aitken
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. There's no way to be sure who said it first, but they were dead wrong. Even three years later, Jasper could hear the screams of his brothers and sisters. Those screams are what haunted his dreams. He saw their faces when he closed his eyes. The fear in their eyes was readable, like a headline. The sounds of their voices only quieted after they were hurled thousands of feet from our ship, hurled into the void of space.
By Jason Ray Mortonabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
America To Participate In Decapitation Practice
Let’s face it, some world leaders are thorns in the humanities side. There’s a cavalcade of responses that diplomats and world leaders could choose to use, but one, in particular, seems like an interesting approach. That is if you want to stir the pot.
By Jason Ray Mortona day ago in The Swamp
When Work Gets Tough Consider This One Tip To Give Yourself A Break
When the bosses are overworking people life can feel pretty rough. We all need to escape the hustle and bustle of the world from time to time, especially when people in charge are pushing us to the brink. Never forget, there's one way to find sanctuary from all the stress.
By Jason Ray Mortona day ago in Journal
The 13th Power Chapter 2
Jason rolled into Davenport and found his hotel. It had been a long drive, and he stretched as soon as he got out of the Suburban. Looking around at the changes since his last visit, he wondered why Cherie moved back to the midwest. The signs of depression in the area were prevalent. Jason questioned what brought her home and how Roger knew where to find her.
By Jason Ray Morton3 days ago in Fiction
The 13th Power
Chapter 1 The sun peaked through the fluffy white clouds, aiming a ray of light at the world. A sweet scent of morning dew on the grass filled the air as a slight breeze blew across the lake. Over the lake, a falcon flew across the water, hunting for fish near the surface. As a sudden froth of water erupted from the spot the falcon dived to, the impressive bird lunged up and away from the surface, his prey held by razor-sharp claws.
By Jason Ray Morton4 days ago in Fiction
Welcome Aboard The Galactic Express
The locomotive's rumbling engine shook the sleeping room as soft groans grew louder in the hall outside room six. Inside the small, private room lay a man opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. The sleeping room was older, nearly an antique. The walls of the room, covered in cherry wood, had slight age marks. The man inside recognized that he wasn't in familiar surroundings.
By Jason Ray Morton7 days ago in Fiction
Cooked Like We're In A Roaster
The bleached-looking rock toward the bottom is a sign of where the water once reached before the effects of historic drought, aptly called Megadrought, began to deplete the water from Lake Mead. The fresh water in the Lake Mead reservoir supplies water and electrical power that affects 40 million people. What if Lake Mead were to dry completely, forever?
By Jason Ray Morton15 days ago in Earth
A Letter From My Invisible Prison
People can be trapped in a country, without rescue, without recourse, and without hope of that changing. Realizing this was the case after reading an article about Portugal and seeing the pictures of such a beautiful place, I was again hit with the stunning realization that some are not allowed to leave the country where they are from. I fear, financial aspects aside, I will never see anywhere but the United States. Like most, I will likely not see much of my home country. I can no doubt thank Al Quaeda, ISIS, and other scumbag terror groups for this reality. I'll explain.
By Jason Ray Morton20 days ago in FYI
Like Ripples In The Water Mistakes As A Parent Ripple Through Time
Things ripple through time, and we fail to realize how much of an effect those things will have on us. Worse yet, what about the future of someone else? Remember that thing called responsibility? Well, that too is on you, like blood on your hands that you can’t wash away. I am talking about the sins of parenting. As soon as you create life, you’re responsible for how that life turns out.
By Jason Ray Morton24 days ago in Families
Want To Be The Hero?
Life is known for throwing curve balls. Once in a while, one of them will hit us where it hurts the most. We might see a future that looks more promising. Maybe, there is light at the end of a metaphoric tunnel that shows we are near achieving a goal. Our demons catch us when we least expect them to.
By Jason Ray Morton24 days ago in Motivation
