Christa Morgan
Bio
I'm a writer who was on hiatus for too long. After grad school and being beaten down again and again over my writing, my fingertips switched from a keyboard to needles and sewing dresses instead. But I think that they're ready to do both.
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Four
Her birthday. It was her last one, but Shorty tried not to think about it too often. Well, he tried. Moira Giovanni was a beautiful baby. Shorty was in love with her from the moment she was born, tears and sticky and loud wails. All of it. He loved every second.
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Families
Our Tree House
We weren't a bedtime story type of family. Not really. It's not that my grandparents didn't encourage me to believe in the magic of story telling. It's just that I had a younger sister and we shared a room, so we went to bed early. Well, she did. Me, on the other hand, well...
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Families
To Keep You Safe
You couldn’t keep anything from your past life. The moment you stepped into the safety of their walls, you were no longer an individual with desires or original thoughts that could be expressed out loud. Out there, it was dangerous. They told me this when they found me. They stripped me down, the way they did with all the people that they called travelers, and they took all my belongings, hanging up valuables in a museum of the past world.
By Christa Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
