Adrian Morales
Bio
I was born and raised in the desert of Phoenix. I recieved my BFA in Ceramics from Arizona State University in 2014. I enjoy all creative mediums. Writing to me, is an escape into a place that exists between life, dreams and the afterlife.
Stories (2)
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One Small Ripple
Allen woke up underneath the pier again. The waves soaking his boots and bottom end of his pants before he noticed where he was. He got up and brushed the sand from his back. He made his way up the winding path that led up to the main road along the beach. He looked down at the squishing inside his boots, no socks again. He didn’t understand why he could never remember the socks when he traveled.
By Adrian Morales4 years ago in Fiction
The Night
The alarm clock rang, he cracked his eyes to the glow of the sunset cutting through the window and just onto the ground in front of the bed. It was his morning, though it was evening, 6PM. His shift began at 7 PM and wouldn’t end till 5 AM. Working nights wasn’t easy but he was adapting, waking up at sunset tricked his mind into thinking it was sunrise, and waking up, a little bit easier.
By Adrian Morales4 years ago in Fiction
