Sarah Morgan

Joined June 2021

0 stories

Bio

I am an experienced journalist and sub-editor.

I have worked in editorial for The Independent.

My first joint book on mental health recovery was published in 2011.

I was short-listed for aviation journalism awards in 2010.

I love to write.

Stories (14/0)

Conjuring Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there weren't always dragons at all. I have to confess I dreamt them into existence. I can dream a lot into existence: pixies, fairies, nymphs, if it's in some way magical I can dream it up.
By Sarah Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Conjuring Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, there weren't always dragons at all. I have to confess I dreamt them into existence. I can dream a lot into existence: pixies, fairies, nymphs, if it's in some way magical I can dream it up.
By Sarah Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom big and small
Freedom sounds big, freedom sounds impressive, freedom sounds huge. However, sometimes freedom is simple, freedom is humble and freedom is modest.
By Sarah Morgan2 years ago in Humans
The moment we didn't get together
It had been a long evening. Drink had followed drink, story had followed story, smiles had followed smiles. There was a warm glow sitting behind my cheeks and by some miracle I was not feeling sick.
By Sarah Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Journalism can change the world
I wanted to get into Journalism from a very young age, because I believed it could make a difference to the world we live, in a peaceful and democratic manner.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Psyche
All gone pear-shaped
The autumn was in full swing and the leaves on nearly every other tree had turned to brown and started to fall. Everything was bathed in redy browns and leaves crackled under foot. Light reached you on tree lined streets in an orangey glow.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
Icy Water
It was the bitterest December and wonder of all wonders it had actually snowed, bathing everything in pure white heaven. On top of this, the pond in the middle of the common had frozen over and the ducks were uncertainly sliding around, resorting to finding food from passers-by.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
Bathed in green
It was a slow evening, everything seemed to ache with expectancy never to be realised. Even the growth of the plants seemed oddly on pause.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
I am not the most adventurous person in the world, but sometimes I like to dare to do new and slightly frightening things. So it was that I went to the Pamplona bull run in Spain.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
As beautiful as a Marigold
It was a perfect summer day. The fields spread for miles around me and I drank in the sunshine behind a cheap pair of shades.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
A day on the water
I was just off the coast of Norfolk with my best mate Louisa. We had paddle boards and had gone out really far to get away from all the parents and kids that frequented the beach.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction
An unwelcome surprise
He presented me with a suspicious box wrapped in brown paper. It was small and had a pink ribbon tied round it. I say suspicious because this man was a prankster.
By Sarah Morgan3 years ago in Fiction

Sarah Morgan

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Conjuring Dragons

Conjuring Dragons

Freedom big and small

The moment we didn't get together

Journalism can change the world

All gone pear-shaped

Icy Water

Bathed in green

Raging Bull

As beautiful as a Marigold

A day on the water

An unwelcome surprise

Stories (14/0)