Morgan Georgia Blanks
Author of 'The Desert Island', a children's book published at eleven year's old. Been writing ever since.
Teeth gritted, eyes unfocused, palms sweaty Tongue stuck to the bottom of a leathery throat, heart clenching like your fist when you first feel the pain.
Lingering in Darkness
It was always this way. There was always the same trepidation crawling through me, tearing all the way through my dilapidated body like a thunderous storm, not daring to stop until I was torn and broken.
Delilah knelt on the saturated ground in front of the weathering stone. She wanted to trace the engraved name with her fingertips, but each letter would only be a reminder of our disintegrating memories. Us walking along the darkened road, careless about how far we were going. The headlights flashing in front of our eyes as a white Bentley drew to a slow crawl beside our barely visible frames. Stopping, window rolling down, a face in shadow. He must have known that the car would catch our attention. It put us at ease; not like the dodgy, rundown cars that you see in films. We were caught up in a moment of rebellion and we felt invincible.
Guilty, Not Guilty (Part 1)
I’ve never forgotten her; it’s been eight years now. She must have changed, aged, perhaps even wrinkled. I can only remember the youthfulness of her face; the dimple on her right cheek when she smiled and her cat-like winged eyeliner. A woman that I declared was ‘the one.’
Ways to Become Less Stressed
Stress is a natural emotion, and yet it is so unnecessary. Everyone experiences it, whether it be with work or relationships, but it has no purpose. It takes over our minds on a daily basis like a rash; however, like all emotions, it is something that we can learn to control.
A Silhouette's Deception
He emerged from the obscurity of the alleyway, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Freddie had never been one for smoking. He always found himself coughing too much, but he liked the way it looked. Lifting his head up, he saw that the moon was crescent shaped. It was his favourite moon because of its dagger-like features.
A Fictional Reality
Dreams. Fictional realities. Created from my own imagination, built from past memories. Newfound experiences that I would wake up remembering and puzzling over. They could be good, bad, funny. Even sadistic. I try not to remember the dark ones. Yet, they are the ones that I remember the most. The ones that leave you in a transient state of anxiety when you wake up. That feeling of dread when you can’t figure out whether it is real or not. It’s strange how our brains seem to reminisce our darkest memories as if they are the more powerful. Good conquers evil. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I still can’t decide whether what happened to me was good or bad. If anything the confusion was what overwhelmed me. It begged me to ask the question: Am I normal?
Focusing on Positivity
No matter how hard life gets, or how deeply you fall into darkness, you must remember to stay positive. When it feels like you’re all alone and you’re the only one that can understand yourself remember that you’re still living and breathing. Remember how lucky you are to have been given a chance at life. There are people that don’t get to live past birth. There are people that never reach it to their teenage years or to adulthood. There are people that would give anything to have the life you are living right now, and you may wonder why. If you think your life is bad, why would someone else appreciate it? It’s because there are those that only focus on the positives, even if the negatives outweigh them. Life is filled with positivity. Life itself is positive. Our very existence is a miracle. It’s something we should be taking full advantage of. We’ve been born into a world that we can learn from and evolve. Our possibilities are endless. We can be anyone and we can do anything. This is what should inspire us and make us feel positive.