Aaron Morrison

Joined July 2022

0 stories

Bio

Writer. Artist. I write horror primarily, but dabble in other genres here and there.

Influenced by Poe, Hawthorne, Ligotti, John Carpenter, and others.

Everyone has a story to tell.

Author of Miscellany Farrago

instagram: @theaaronmorrison

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Stories (47/0)

THE SPRIG AND PEBBLE
“Riley Oakwood.” Cara Quinn smiles at her old friend stepping off the bus. “Can I get your autograph?” Cara teases. “Pretty sure that would devalue the paper,” Riley jokes before the two hug in greeting.
By Aaron Morrison18 days ago in Fiction
CARCASS CABLE
That sound is still so strange to me. And just what sound would that be? The squelching sound of the hook through flesh.
By Aaron Morrison26 days ago in Poets
STUBBLE BUBBLE TROUBLE
Unwrap soft prism in anticipation Place between teeth and tongue Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen chews And now the flavor’s gone
By Aaron Morrison30 days ago in Poets
SIR DORAN. Top Story - June 2024.
The fire cracks and spits, offering light and the illusion of solace, but Sir Doran feels no warmth. He sits on a fallen tree and watches the fire as he rests his hands on the pommel of his sword, its blade chipped and worn, more symbolic than functional. Much like Sir Doran himself.
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Fiction
AWAKEN, O DREAMER, FOR YOUR TIME IS AT AN END
“You alright?” Carter’s question barely registers as Reve stares at the half-eaten biscuits and gravy, his hand arched over and resting on the rim his fourth cup of coffee.
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Horror
GUESSINTOLOGY
Traversing ‘cross this ancient land Perhaps nimbly or quite plodding Did I die from freezing cold An asteroid or from flooding
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Poets
LONGING
Don’t leave I whispered As she walked away I wanted Another round Of bottomless fries Now I’d have to wait
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Poets
A TRIP TO SALISBURY. Runner-up in Travel Snaps Challenge.
March of 2000. I had just turned 21 and was now sitting on a bus from London to Salisbury. It wasn’t my first time out of the United States, but this… this was something special.
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Wander
A BRIEF FAMILY HISTORY
Eisel poured into this bladed goblet Cacodemonomania forced upon me Living off this inheritance I have no more than my surname affords me
By Aaron Morrison2 months ago in Poets
MARCEL
Marcel checks his pocket watch before he steps to the center of the ballroom as the harpsichord begins to play. The melody, written by Marcel himself, keeps the ¾ time and standard repetition of two sections of eight bars each, but with his own special twist weaved within the music.
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Fiction
I TOOK A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE AND I SPRAINED MY ANKLE
Nothing but the thrum and hum beneath me And the open sidewalk before me Three wheels of freedom Smurf blue High handlebars
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Poets
APOC-ECLIPSE
Eyes will not turn away Concealing light creates its seekers Learning truth comes with a heavy price Irises burn to milky white
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Poets

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