Morgan Christy Rickards
Bio
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.
Stories (11/0)
In my Nature
They told me I had no choice. I had to fight, and fight to the death. I had to kill or be killed. That was the only luxury I was granted, that was the only choice. They could see the darkness inside me, the evil that lurked just below the surface, and wanted it released. I could not give into hopelessness or I would be defeated. I could not give into rage or they would have succeeded. They were already succeeding. I was changing, I could feel it. The monster within was being provoked and my physical being was adapting to match my innermost self. My pointed ears, too tall to be hidden by my hair was evidence of that fact. They were hideous, the physical embodiment of the evil that I had tried so desperately to hide. But they saw it. They knew it, recognised it. It called to them, pleaded. And they felt the power it could provide them if it were liberated. Another being just like themselves added to their ranks. I had to resist. I needed to quash the swell of rampant malice that threatened to tear me apart.
By Morgan Christy Rickards8 months ago in Fiction
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.
By Morgan Christy Rickards11 months ago in Poets
Guild 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.
By Morgan Christy Rickards11 months ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Morgan Christy Rickardsabout a year ago in Futurism
Deadly 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.
By Morgan Christy Rickardsabout a year ago in Criminal
First 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.
By Morgan Christy Rickardsabout a year ago in Criminal
Corrupted 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.
By Morgan Christy Rickardsabout a year 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.
By Morgan Christy Rickardsabout a year ago in Futurism
Twin Trials
Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a beautiful princess who fell in love with a pirate. And a handsome pirate, who fell in love with a princess. Together they ran away, settling in a little cottage and making a small family. The princess gave birth to twins. A boy, Celdrake, and a girl, Aleena. The children grew in grace and beauty each day. Until tragedy struck on the children's eighth birthday. The family was discovered by both pirates and royals. The royal guard threatened to kill her husband if the princess did not return with them to court. And the pirates threatened to kill his wife if the former pirate captain refused to accompany them back to sea. Witnessing their parents sorrow, the brave little children tried to fight and defend their parents. The young boy running to aid his mother, and the little girl to her fathers. Admiring the children's courage, the royals scooped up Celdrake, and the pirates scooped up Aleena. The happy little family were no longer.
By Morgan Christy Rickardsabout a year ago in Families
