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Wedded Bliss
A Story by
mightymorgs
"Let me tell you something soldiers. You are soldiers in the United States Army 24/7. You need to act accordingly. Soldiers this is your life. T..
Wallowing Angels
A Story by
mightymorgs
Chastity smelled like french fries. It’s not that she ate a lot of french fries cause I don’t think I ever really saw her eat anythin..
This Little Light
A Story by
mightymorgs
I woke up realizing that I felt more like s**t upon waking than I did before trying to sleep. And suddenly I was attacked by the thought that no ..
Price of Life
A Story by
mightymorgs
Jungle nights are the worst. The ground heats up so much that the moisture steams off of it. Sitting on a log underneath a tree after sundown is ..
Figure It Out
A Story by
mightymorgs
At 1:45 on a Tuesday morning the BART is practically empty. Jonas had insisted on picking me up from the airport, “It’s really not a ..
Awkward Growth
A Story by
mightymorgs
The rain clouds rolled across the sky, sprinkling huge drops across the patch of clovers surrounding the boy’s feet. A big, cold drop fell ..
Amore'
A Story by
mightymorgs
She leaned across the counter, twirling her hair in her left hand and chewing on a piece of strawberry bubble gum. Out of the corner of his eye h..
Broken Wings
A Story by
mightymorgs
He stood barefoot on the cold basement concrete. Eyes stung from crying long through the night. The basement dripped with moldy rainwater, stead..
Praise of the Soul
A Poem by
mightymorgs
Let the Past be past and the Future come swiftly with night when two souls become one. Together, two hearts beat strong and loud; two ..
Dreams
A Poem by
mightymorgs
I wish I dreamt more, the wild dreams of passion and lust. Layingalone beneath the covers on a bed of white linen seems a waste of time...
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