Morgan Cozze

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

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“When they come for you” by Morgan Cozze

Submitted to Contest #291

Crunch. Thud. Crunch. The only sound I can hear outside of the pressure building in my ears, with my heart sounding like a crescendo running through the dense brush and fog. A combination of cold sweat and residue from the thick fog covers my face. I can barely see how rapidly my hands move in front of me in sync with my strides. If it weren’t for the sporadic reflected beams of a flashlight, I wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was night or day. Besides the fact I wouldn’t be able to see anything, I never once turned to look back. “Champio...

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“Just Around the Corner” by Morgan Cozze

Submitted to Contest #290

Dr. Liza Jane Edwards, PhD. Seabold University graduate, May of 2015. Staring at the piece of paper that states Liza has completed all necessary courses to provide psychological and behavioral services. Holding her diploma, felt like she was holding a fifty-pound weight. The pressure and responsibilities that she will need to uphold so she doesn’t put a stain on her name outweigh the document itself. All that mattered was she could start her path in psychology and work towards opening her own clinic. Liza’s life starts today. Trying to erase...

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“The one you'd least expect” by Morgan Cozze

Submitted to Contest #289

I woke from my nap; I guess I fell asleep at my desk again. I feel groggy, and although they feel heavy, I begin to open my eyes. But I can’t do it; it’s almost like they are stuck shut. I try again, putting in as much strength as I can provide to open my eyes. I lift my hands to my face in hopes of just holding my eyelids open when I realize, my eyes have been opened, there just was nothing in front of me to see. I was trapped. Nothing feels familiar while the black abyss surrounds me. Using my remaining senses, the smell of something that ...

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Author bio

I have always enjoyed writing, but it felt like it was only for me. Writing is a vulnerability that I was never comfortable sharing. Breaking out of my shell and being comfortable enough to expose my deepest thoughts, this is the real me.