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.
The Spinster Seamstress
Diiiiiiiing! Lois’s alarm clock blared. Blinking in the dark, she felt for the clock on the nightstand and switched it off. The small bedroom was bathed in dim light as she switched on the lamp. She rose, showered, dressed, and fixed a simple breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee. Her gray tabby cat, Earl, rubbed against her legs as she turned on the gas stove to cook her eggs. He looked up, greeting her with a meow, and she laughed. Good old Earl! He was the only man Lois let into her life!
Five Stages of Grief
I. Denial When her father died, she denied. She denied him her tears and affection because she wanted to appear strong. She wanted to prove that she would be alright without him, that she wouldn’t become the fragile, weepy stereotype of a grieving daughter - because she knew how much he hated stereotypes! Instead of kind words, she would pick fights with him. She thought she was doing the right thing. If he was angry at her, at least he wasn’t feeling sorry for himself. But he didn’t understand. He died thinking she no longer loved him.
The Last Bright Spot in My Life
Blink, blink. The cursor flashes as I stare at a blank screen of an essay I don’t want to write. Here I am, only hours away from a looming deadline, and panic sets in with every minute that ticks by. Still the words come about as easily as pulling teeth. Even that’s a generous comparison! When you have a tooth pulled, the pain lasts for a day or two, and then you don’t have to worry about feeling that kind of pain again.
Robbing the Underworld
One, two… Two men so similar in appearance, yet so different in every other way. One wasted away like one who died young, a life stolen by alcohol and apathy. The other, a shining example of morality. How I wished to change places with him, to rob him of the life I wanted! In an ironic twist, I got my wish.
Walls of Death and Time: part 3
Read Part 1 HERE Read Part 2 HERE If someone had told me an hour ago that I’d be going back in time to 1921 tonight, I would’ve laughed in their face! If someone had told me I’d be doing it to save a ghost, I would’ve called them crazy because this is crazy. Ghosts, time travel, murder mystery… It sounds like some insane conspiracy theory, the kind I never would’ve believed two days ago. I never would’ve questioned the historical narrative before I met Edward Mallory - well, if you can call talking to a ghost through walls meeting someone. Yet here I am so convinced of his innocence that I put myself on the line to prove it.
A Story in Song
Life is unpredictable sometimes. It can be messy. It can be chaotic, and it doesn’t always fit into a neat little box. Like life itself, my taste in music is all over the map. Everything from tc theme songs to alternative rock, pop to Broadway will make an appearance on this list.
I Am Not Your Leverage!
Dear politicians, I don’t expect you to care about me. You have demonstrated time and time again your refusal to listen to each other. If you can’t be bothered to listen to your fellow politicians, why would you listen to someone like me, someone who lacks your money, education, and influence? No, I'm not naïve enough to think my thoughts will change anything or even matter to you, but I’m going to voice them anyway because I have little to lose.