James B Morgan
Bio
I was born a poor white child. Robbed at age 6 by a 8 year old with a pea shooter. Joined the Army at 18 and was promoted to Lieutenant at 19, volunteered to go to Vietnam. Left the Army because politicians ran the 'war'.
Stories (3)
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The Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As she moved quietly to the window, she heard sounds from the other side. Sounds that were all to familiar. The muffled cry, the slap of the belt! She was intrigued, she knew she shouldn't be, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to look, to see what was taking place, but she knew that it would dehumanizing. She creeped closer. The cry getting louder, the smack of the belt as it cracked against flesh, it was so exciting!
By James B Morgan3 years ago in Confessions
Physical
PHYSICAL Chapter 1: I FEEL PHYSICAL, Physical, Physical! Ashley, Emily and Jessica all met 10 years ago, after they married three men who were best friends and business partners. They became the step-mother's of 8 year old boys that each husband had. The boy's birth mothers were all killed, when they were on a shopping trip to the outlet mall, when a drunk driver crossed over the median and hit them head on. [Please don't drink and drive!]
By James B Morgan4 years ago in Filthy
Dragons in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but before we get to the valley there are things you must know! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Oh gods! What is that noise? BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ! I'm trying to sleep! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ! My head! What was in that drink, I had last night? BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ! It taste like someone threw-up in my mouth! Uggg! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Make it stop! Opening my eyes now. Oh, No! I'm blind, I can't see! No, wait, light, I see light! Gods, it hurts. The buzzing, it's people talking, talking LOUD! Why don't they SHUT UP!
By James B Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
