Jason Ray Morton
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Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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Dare To Spend The Night
Southwestern Iowa, in the small town of Villisca, is home to one of the most notorious unsolved murders of the state and while the unsolved bludgeon murders remain a mystery, so does the haunting of the Villisca Axe Murder House. This, is one o f those places, despite doubters and detractors, that brings people out to examine the possible paranormal phenomenon. Some, suffering the wrath of the evil spirit inside, even being mysteriously wounded in the process of recreational, paranormal, investigations. For the low, low, price of $500.00 a night, you can pay to sleep in a house with potentially malicious spirits.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Horror
Shelly's Fantasy-Part 4
Hello, I'm Max. If you're just tuning in I've been telling you about the adventures I had with my old college sorority sister, Shells which is short for Shelly. Shelly is an adorable blonde, with an athletic frame, the sweetest ass, and heaving breasts that are slightly too big for her frame. Shelly, as it turns out, is a voracious woman with appetites that cannot be contained when she's with someone she trusts.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
20,000,000 Jobless and How I Found Good Paying Work.
In January, before I knew anything about the coming pandemic, I decided to change my life. I was at a point that many people have been, hated the world, had no drive, didn't care about much and most of all cringed at the thought of going to work. I had felt miserable at work for some time. Sure, it was not always that way. Throughout my career, I had the pleasure of working with some very intelligent and gifted individuals. At times I know I made a difference to the world, if only in my local community. For over two decades I was a Deputy Sheriff in a correctional facility and for over a decade I was a shift Sargeant. Let's face facts, all good things must come to an end, eventually.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Journal
Shelly's Fantasy-Part 3
We ended up spending most of the weekend bouncing between the risqué bars and night scene of the Portlandia district and our hotel. Shelly had proven to be the most adventurous lover I could hope to find. The years I dreamed of being the one in her life were worth it, the wait had paid off. Now, here we were, getting to the end of our weekend getaway, and I wondered what was going to be next. My answer was soon to reveal itself.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
Shelly's Fantasy Continued
After leaving the bar and parading herself through two blocks of crowded streets Shelly's appetite could barely be satiated. We stormed through the hotel and straight up to our room where Shelly, for the first time, kissed me long and passionately. I had loved her since college but always been afraid to show it, afraid to show my true self. In this newly aspired America I could feel free to be who I was, a woman that longed for the love and affections of another woman.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
The Christmas Bake Off Heist
"Ugh…" Jonah sighed, walking into Kazarian's Bakery. "It's too early for this." Jonah was the only investigator from St. Petersburg P.D. that appeared to be there. Walking into the back of the bakery, it was obvious that the burglar, or burglars, made entry from the rear. He could see the pry marks and broken door jam. It seemed pedestrian enough, except for the deactivated alarm system. Jonah looks to one of the senior patrol officers, an older officer by the name of Tommy Flanagan.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Criminal
Shelly's Fantasy
Shelly, or Shells, first told me about the fantasy when we were at the university together. Sure, we were young, it was college and the tequila flowed generously that night, but it was what I never forgot. We decided a few weeks ago, that we had to get together for the first time in five years, and have a girl's adventure. We rode one of the classic trains out of Santa Vista. The Coast Starlight Express, one of the classic rail car trains, left Santa Vista to Portland once a week.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
HOW I CAUGHT 500 % MORE BASS!
In January I decided I needed to get out of my long standing career. I couldn't stand it anymore and half the time, I could not stand myself. That's not really the point but it's really the beginning of the story. In March after the pandemic lockdowns started I found myself out of work and with way more free time than I had at my disposal in over twenty years. I decided to go get my fishing license, clean the dust off my gear after its' prolonged time sitting in the closet, start exploring. In the age of the internet you can look at job boards from your favorite fishing hole, never miss a call and still trying to use your time.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Lifehack
Innocent Naughty Fun For The Ladies.
For years I'd been meaning to get back to reading. I was young, in great shape and had a lot going for me. I could feel my mind wandering though, unfocused and out of sorts. Reading up on stress and stagnation in life I decided I was going to start exercising more than my body, I needed to exercise my mind. I started reading on a regular basis. At first, it wasn't easy. I would start a book, put it aside and eventually I had a dozen books I started and hadn't finished.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
Are Ghosts Real?
This is all true, I'll let you be the judge of what you believe and don't believe. All of my life I have been searching for answers about different things. Never really sure what was true and false about the world, I sought answers from books, true, life events, and the stories of others. At a certain point hunting for answers becomes less about finding them and more about seeing what is right in front of your eyes and trying to understand.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Horror
The Woman in the White Dress
I visited my father frequently, after losing him to cancer when I was only thirty. He was a mentor, my friend, and someone that guided me through the hard times when I could not find my way. I found my way out to the cemetery, a small, old cemetery fifteen miles outside of town. I knew why he liked it, why he bought a plot at that particular place. The peace and quiet being outside the city could calm even the most restless of souls. There was a view in the summertime along the back of the old cemetery. A valley that stretched for half a mile, giving way to a line of trees to watch the dip in the evenings as it dropped below the tree line.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Horror
Surviving An Apocalypse
Thanksgiving. It should be a time of giving thanks for the blessings in our lives, for the people that surround us and support us, and for the simplest of things. However, this year is bound to be a different kind of Thanksgiving as the world rests in the clutches of a pandemic. In the United States this year many people feel less thankful than ever before. Why wouldn't we feel this way? Take a look at what we've had to see and endure since the last holiday season.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in The Swamp
