Morgan Christy Rickards
One of my life goals is to have an amazing home library! Love reading and magic and dragons. Want to travel the world. Come explore with me. Let's go on an adventure.
Red Spray Can
Memories plagued my dreams and my waking hours. Memories of a not so distant past, that I wished dearly to forget. Every time I closed my eyes, those disastrous images flooded my mind. Red. Red everywhere. Sticky and dripping. Running down the giant walls of that giant’s home. Red red red. All over me, all over everything. Everywhere. A horrid reminder of what once was, and what will never be again.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsGuild of Nightmares
P The light was quickly fading, night fast approaching, and with the dark the Nightmares would surely follow. I ran. I had been stupid, leaving it so late to travel back. I should have stayed in the town, or found a travelling companion. But people would wonder, especially at the unusual cloak and net mask. No, this was my own fault, my stupiditiveness. Oh my, now I’m making up words, I thought to myself.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 3 months ago in FictionWhat is Space?
Imagine the whole of space and time. Can you comprehend it? It’s infinite. There is no end, no limit to its lengths. Space is everything. We are space, I am and you are. The universe, galaxy, our solar system. Every solar system.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Pit
Sitting on a rickety chair at a ramshackle table, in a dingy corner of the dilapidated pub, aptly named The Pit, Nel observed the questionable clientele of the decrepit establishment. From the outside it looked unfriendly, broken and dirty. Stacked stones and huge, stone pillars made up most of the building's outer structure. It was hard to see through the darkened windows. Entering the tavern through the small, soft wooden door, a feeling of discomfort and the smell of alcohol and BO greets each customer. It was as dull inside as it was on the outside. Squared, stone beams support the upper floor and the broken lights attached to them. There was a large, round seemingly bottomless hole in the centre of the floor space, and people were wise to avoid getting too close. Nobody knew where it came from or to where it led. Only that the unfortunate souls who stumbled down it were never seen again. The walls were covered in photographs of what were undoubtedly better times for the tavern. Before it became a haven and neutral ground for the city's many guilds.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 4 months ago in FuturismDeadly Date Night
Oh Come on! I thought. Seriously Universe? It was our first official date. We’d literally arrived at our wine tasting weekend location no more than 5 hours ago and already things had taken a turn for the disaster. Yet again. I don't completely loathe the disasters that appeared to follow me around. That's how I met my boyfriend after all, us being involved in a hostage type situation a few months ago and all, but still. It’d be nice to have a break from the stress of it is all I’m saying. And I’m saying that while looking at what appears to be a dead body.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 5 months ago in CriminalFirst Disaster
Was it really too much to ask for a simple evening? A pleasant night spent with pleasant company. To enjoy a drink and some scintillating conversation? To not have everything I touch to end in disaster? Apparently so. Okay universe, I got the message. No good times for me. I didn't even understand how this one had happened. I guess that Merlot was hitting me more strongly than I’d thought. Not just me though, as I wasn’t here alone. I wasn’t the only one seeing this. So was the random guy standing next to me with his mouth agape.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 5 months ago in CriminalCorrupted Wishes
Turning Eighteen is a huge milestone for everybody, I know that. Officially an adult, so many doors have been opened to you that had previously been closed. You feel as if you are on top of the world at the same time as having to carry it’s burdens. I know that it’s the same for everybody. At least I thought it was the same. I thought I knew what to expect when it came to be my turn. I thought I was prepared. I’d believed myself ready. How wrong I was. It turns out that turning eighteen is not the same experience for everyone. Don’t get me wrong, receiving a large sum of money and a black little notebook from an unknown benefactor is all well and good, and then learning your destiny, or future career path which is pretty much a guaranteed job, is great. Well, it seems great. Those adult burdens you were worried about? Just brush them off your shoulder, you’re all set for life. Everything is lined up for you. Unless that is, if you are me.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 7 months ago in Futurism
Identifying with Scorpion
The Beginning Born 24th October, apparently while Babybird’s You’re Gorgeous played on the radio, the stars welcomed me into the world with a scorpion. The Scorpius constellation hung in the sky, chasing the hunter Orion. Growing up with the name of an evil witch and under the sky of a murdering insect, sometimes makes you wonder. It’s only recently that I learned that the Scorpion was actually the good guy in the Orion mythology, and really did the world a service killing that awful man. Don’t believe me? Look it up. Orion was a truly horrible human being and Gaia/Mother Earth sent the Scorpion to kill the Hunter to protect the world.
Morgan Christy RickardsPublished 7 months ago in Futurism
