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Aaron Morgan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2023

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Circuits and Strings

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #305

"Entertainer 723, you're on stage in 1.8 minutes."The stage manager leaned forward, eyes shining with an artificial glow."I'm ready," the young man said, holding the ancient instrument close to his chest."What is that thing anyway?""It's called a violin.""I have never seen anything like that before, even in my external resources. Where is the output?”"There is no output. It just makes sound on its own.""That's irregular."The stage manager leaned forward again, reaching its hand toward the instrument.Deabiny understood that the unit was using...

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Pancakes for Supper

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #271

It began with the distinct sensation that there was a spider in my shirt.I was getting up from the kitchen table and I felt its legs scurrying up the bare skin on my back.I panicked. Ignoring the strange looks from my wife and two daughters, I sprinted to the living room and pulled off my shirt, squeezing and pinching the fabric as I pulled it over my head, hoping that I wouldn't inadvertently transfer the little devil to my face.I turned my shirt inside out. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Nothing. I s...

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The Relativity of Time and Banana Bread

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #270

At the uncharted edge of the known universe:Rivia pulled back both thruster controls as the planet approached. The force of the deceleration sent the suspended flight capsule forward while the harness system began clicking and whirring, making minor adjustments to the tension on the straps and seat that cradled her body.Why didn't we upgrade this suspension system earlier? She thought as she closed her eyes and let her body adjust to the forces that were pulling with their predictable but almost frightening power. When the deceleration ...

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Rooted Grief

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #269

Friday, 4:26 pmI have to get home.Ever since I got the call from Sarah my right foot has been sliding downward, pushing a little harder on the accelerator.  That's a daring thing to do out on Highway 59 where there is a law enforcement vehicle in every dead town, waiting for someone like me, someone in a hurry, to come by doing 63 in a 45.Sarah called me while I was in Milledgeville at a business meeting. I looked back at our call history and saw the last time we talked was 4 months ago. Has it been that long? Sarah had called to say sh...

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Not Yet Activated

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #240

 I move through the forest, gliding through the trees and shrubs like a ghost. It is effortless to move this way, but it hasn’t always been. In a ravine ahead I see bushes weighed down with gooseberries. I spend a few minutes picking each bush clean and place the berries in a small leather bag. The shadows are growing longer. It’s time to go back.   The barely noticeable deer trail will lead back to the camp. I begin to glide again, moving quickly but making no sound. The sun peeks through the foliage, disappearing and reappea...

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Passing Signs

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #239

 She couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t in this truck. The humming of the tires on the asphalt droned on forever, a constant note which was both comforting and ominous. Landscapes changed, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Grassy hills gave way to dark, misty forests, then desert sands stretched out as far as could be seen on every horizon except for one. Before her, across the flat sands as the road disappeared from view there was a beautiful mountain range.     Even from the highway it could be seen that...

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Green Walls

Aaron Morgan

Submitted to Contest #225

Kelsey stood staring blankly at the mirror in front of her. “What in the world just happened?” she thought, as her mind tried to connect back to reality. “Am I on something?” She tried to lift her foot to take a step toward the door but it felt like someone was holding it down. With a huge effort she pulled up one foot and moved it closer. Her head was spinning, eyes moving in and out of focus as she fell to her hands and knees and crawled out into the dark hallway. Once there, she sat down leaning against the wall and began taking deep brea...

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