Rooney Morgan
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'97, neuroqueer (she/they), genre-eclectic (screen) writer.
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New Year Oracle Card Reading
For Christmas this year I was very lucky to receive three new oracle decks as gifts. I used two of them for this reading and will be using the third for a special February love reading. Connecting with my decks is a fun and intuitive process, and it’s just as fun to find the ways the cars complement each other. Below you’ll find how things turned out.
By Rooney Morganabout a year ago in Longevity
October Oracle Card Reading
If I have any regular readers who are familiar with my work, then this will be a change of genre and medium for them. I decided to bring another one of my passion projects, a divination practice, to the same playground as my fiction writing. Both have roots in the same garden bed because my divination practice is also largely about the patterns and meaning I can intuit from cards, songs, and dice, to paint word pictures and provide clients with something to reflect on.
By Rooney Morgan2 years ago in Longevity
Digital Typewriters, a low-tech pipedream?
I learned today about the newest device in the Kindle family, the Kindle Scribe, which features a stylus for including handwritten notes on books in your library, and the ability to create personal documents and journals on your device. It is arguably a new competitor for the reMarkable tablet, which has similar features, as well as the iPad and Apple Pencil.
By Rooney Morgan2 years ago in 01
Into the Black
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’m not saying I heard a scream when we entered The Black, it was more like my ears were ringing, while all of us held our breath in the command center as Stella ran her diagnostic scans, those seconds stretching out into the unknown. I thought it was tinnitus and I almost reported it to Manon— the ship’s doctor— I wanted to ask if anyone else was experiencing it, but something about it made me want to listen closer.
By Rooney Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
To Witness Doctrines Derailed
How long has it been since Norah had played in a natural body of water? How long has it been since she, if ever, had beheld a waterfall so close? She hears it nearby, but a heavy sleep keeps her curled up on the dock, reluctant to open her eyes. She feels sticky and damp, and her arm is tingly from lying against the hard wood beneath her.
By Rooney Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
The Core of Love and Lies
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Many are too young to remember living there, and those born after the evacuation never knew it at all. Parents, grandparents, and great grandparents keep the stories alive, stories from the times before the mountain erupted and the dragons emerged.
By Rooney Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
You did crack, I wrote some poems
ONE Are you not embarrassed, are you not tired, are you not humiliated? It always comes back to this, to you, to your mess I’ve only ever wanted peace for you But pieces of you are sloughing off your soul with each cycle I’m so tired My friend is dead, who is this? Fuck your peace, you selfish, broken, coward I do not wish you peace I do not wish you peace You have forsaken it, you have spit on it You keep your woe, your dread and fear And let that feed you instead
By Rooney Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Because I Don't Like Apples
You looked beautiful that day, while you gazed at the September sky and talked about everything and nothing. The clouds delighted you, and I laughed with you while thoughts and observations slipped past your smiling lips and your gaze flitted between the clouds and my face. I got to watch your eyes crinkle when we laughed together, and while you laid in my lap I got to feel the way you relaxed and leaned into my hand as I ran my fingers through your hair. I was so in love with you, eight weeks in, and so were you, and neither of us was scared of it.
By Rooney Morgan3 years ago in Fiction