Morgan Rhianna Bland
Bio
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.
Stories (107/0)
Lucky Quarter
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!
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 months ago in Fiction
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.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 months ago in Writers
Justice Served?
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.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 months ago in Criminal
Amvicious
A dark-haired beauty in a shiny designer gown saunters into the ballroom, flanked by a man on each arm. Camera flashes sparkle like the diamonds around her neck, but her smile outshines them all. Lesser people stare in awe as she passes, shouting her name, clamoring for autographs. She turns up her nose at them. She’s better than them, wealthier, famous.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland6 months ago in Fiction
Oblighaustion
Jamie drags herself out of bed as the alarm clock buzzes. It feels like she just closed her eyes, and it’s already morning! Like a mindless zombie, she stumbles into the kitchen for breakfast. What’s the quickest? Coffee and cereal like always. Breakfast is cold and bland as she wolfs it down, never savoring, never tasting.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland6 months ago in Fiction