Morgan McHose

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Deceit's Truth” by Morgan McHose

Submitted to Contest #107

No physical compulsion? She signs, baffled by my admission.I shake my head. There is nothing to keep me from telling the truth, save the knowledge that I will lose absolutely everything if I do.Destinee raises a fine eyebrow before nuzzling closer to me. We watch her cousin in open amusement as he begins his daily struggle of wrestling the pink disc from the stubborn clutches of Night. The air shifts, Wind blessing our bodies with her cool breeze as the planet warms. Destinee wills her midnight tendrils to stay impe...

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“Nona” by Morgan McHose

Submitted to Contest #82

I observe the heaving breaths around me. Sweaty chests rise and fall with jittery exhales. Pesky memories, thoughts, anger, fear—their echoes weave loftily above the dance floor in tiny, chaotic clouds and disperse with each inebriated gyration and punctuated bopping of the head. I surreptitiously wipe the moisture from my chilled glass onto my forehead before setting it down on a passing tray and joining the fr...

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“Spoiler Warning” by Morgan McHose

Submitted to Contest #62

I wake to the smell of sizzling bacon. After listening to my daily recording, I take the stairs two at a time and greet Mother. “May fourteenth, 2038. Good morning!” Her smile looks strained, her pinched face unusually pale. “Morning, dear. Take a seat. There’s something we need to discuss.” I wake to the smell of sizzling bacon. I instinctively reach for the r...

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“Dee's Gift” by Morgan McHose

Submitted to Contest #60

The blades of grass recoil from her bare feet. I watch with fleeting sadness as they blacken and shrivel. I follow close behind her trail of destruction. Our sisters will be waiting for us in the forest.Sure enough, at the fringes of the wood I glimpse Thunder, absently twirling a dagger on its point with a dainty finger. Her head has been shaved clean. She insisted its long raven locks would impede her flight. No one dissented, but I’m secretly mournful to see her head bereft of its usual midnight tendrils.“You two took you...

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“She was Me and I was You” by Morgan McHose

Submitted to Contest #58

“You was waiting for a friend, ‘till you turned and saw the end, watched her lips turn bright and blue, and in that moment knew, that she was me and I was you.” The words feel raw in my throat, scraping callously against my tongue and teeth. My hands shake as I flip through the notebook for the umpteenth time. No more entries. No more scrawled words. Why had I written this? When had I written this? Why c...

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“A Favor” by Morgan McHose

Submitted to Contest #57

“But I asked you,” Sissy scoffs. I suppress a sigh of frustration. Our verbal sparring always stagnates when she starts repeating herself. I take a quick breath and attempt to rephrase my stance for the hundredth time. “I understand that. But I’m responsible for agreeing to your terms. And now they expect me to do these press events, book signings, TV appearances! It’s too much.” The attention would bring th...

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