J.E. McMorris
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The truth isn't just hidden in plain sight, it's thrown in our face through every conceivable channel. They taunt us with it, daring us to speak, but we’d be dismissed as lunatics were we to try. There's a savage beauty in defiance.
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Who is sober Brittany
Perhaps some of you wonder what drives a person to addiction and, sure, I could spin you the same old sorry tale; childhood trauma, untreated mental illness, pain over your missing schizoaffective little sister who you failed to help, blah, blah, blah. But what I really want to know is how in the Sam hell does anyone stay sober? Like seriously, reality really and truly blows and there are people out there just coping with it in some sort of healthy and productive manner. That's what's truly mind-boggling to me.
By J.E. McMorris4 years ago in Confessions
My hatred of spider's and my love of Ron Weasley
Firstly, I’d like to say that this was painful to write because it forces me to think of, imagine, and, ultimately describe spiders, my bitter foe. Yet I do it gladly for my love of the expertly written character Ron Weasley from the Harry Potter book series. If you know of him at all you know that he and I share that hatred of the eight-legged and eight-eyed, weirdly furry, abominations. (Here I wanted to make sure I was correct about the number of creepy legs and eyes my foe has, and I almost had to look at a picture of them. I was forced to use my hand to cover the screen.) I shudder at the mere sight of my sly nemesis yet the courageous Ronald Bilius Weasley not only faced the furry beasts but ventured into their venomous lair.
By J.E. McMorris5 years ago in Geeks
Mercy's Contagion
My true life began with my parents rotting upstairs in their bed while I raided every house on our cul de sac, starving. I don’t remember much before that. I was only nine and it’s been twenty-five years. I do recall searching up and down the block and several blocks over before I could finally bring myself to leave for good. Perhaps I’d lingered at home with my parents’ dead bodies because I was happy there once. But even before the Aiyana virus ravished the world and purged most living creatures I don’t think I was ever as happy as she always was, despite our dire circumstances.
By J.E. McMorris5 years ago in Fiction
