Morgan Wright
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A 19yr writer looking to get more eyes on her literature, hopping to gain fans of her work to push writing career. Creates horror, comedy, dramatic, and other genres of writing. Anything and everything is on her page.
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Entry 1
Oct 23rd, 1897. A rainy day. Dearest journal, Standing in a desolate cemetery with plantlife growing on tombstones and unmarked graves surrounding me, my day lacks moral and empathy. I have casted all my emotions into the dark pit of despair to leave only guilt and sadness to grow. I feel drained…and devoid of any positive emotions. All because of today. Today is the day of my beloved’s funeral and as I stand with her many family and friends, dread and loneliness cast over me. The thought of being in the world without my beloved is a thought I 'd never think I would have to face. While the sun settled behind her tombstone, I can’t seem to grasp my own pondering.
By Morgan Wright4 months ago in Chapters
