Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
Cold, Hard Truth
It never snowed until Mr. Nieven moved to the neighborhood. Snowflakes swirled, gently pattering to the ground as a moving van pulled into the driveway. Nosy neighbors clamored for a glimpse at the new occupant: a young white-haired man in a suit that matched his icy blue eyes.
My life started as a blank. No, not just a blank memory, a coin blank. My earliest memory is a vague blur of sliding along a conveyor belt with hundreds of other blank metal discs just like me. We were carried into a furnace, a stifling red-hot box with no way out. The temperature climbed higher and higher until - Just when I thought I would melt, I was free!
Failure Is Not an Option!
Some people look forward to the new year with hope and optimism; I am not one of them. That wasn’t always the case. When I was younger, I bought into the “New year, new you” mentality. I used to make New Year’s resolutions like everyone else. I genuinely believed they would come true and that my life would get better by the end of the year, but our circumstances don’t undergo some big dramatic change just because the calendar changes. Life has a funny way of derailing hopes and dreams, as I learned the hard way.
This is Laurel Ingram reporting the murder trial of the century. Poor Lilah Thorne, a beautiful actress, was cut down in her prime on what was supposed to be a fun night. The accused? None other than Miss Thorne’s costar and lover, Edward Mallory. It’s impossible to say which is the greater tragedy, the loss of such a young life or that of such a promising acting career.