Morgan-I-Maboy

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The Borderland State by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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The Borderland State

"Goodnight, Mom. I'm going up to bed," Dustin called into the glowing living room where his mother was watching some Halloween movie marathon. The last of the trick-or-treaters had come and gone over an hour ago, but Dustin had sat on the porch steps, smoking a cigarette and texting a friend. "Gotta go to sleep. Left a post on your blog, check it out. Sweet dreams," She had texted him, complete with a smiley face and a heart. He was curious as to what she had posted. It was probably something creepy. "Night, honey. See you in the morning," his mother shouted back over the eardrum bursting screams from the television, breaking his tra

Bathing Suits by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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Bathing Suits

The dull-grey stall door closes with metallic jail-bar noise and I slide the lock. Above me, the fluorescent locker room light over me flickers as I change silently in the closed-in bathroom stall. The slate colored walls of the bathroom cubicle is familiar to me now, after a few months of changing for gym class inside of it. Body image isn't the problem. It might be a little too slim, a little too angular for seventeen, but it's okay, really. I just don't want my eyes to trail across the room, observing, or for someone to catch me. I slowly undress, listening for the sound of the locker

Cold Diamonds by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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Cold Diamonds

A bright chandelier drew the man's attention as he moved through the spacious ballroom with long strides. Pausing between two couples, both dressed in equally splendorous costumes, he inspected the crystals in the flickering candlelight. The man ignored the dancing people as he stared up at the ceiling. A strand of crystals swung and his eyes flickered to the people around him, but his attention was drawn away from the couples sweeping across the tiled ballroom floor as a figure approached. "That's a peculiar thing to be doing during a masquerade, isn't it? Staring up at a chandelier…" The woman spoke in a rich voice, her lips purs

A Taste of Honey by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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A Taste of Honey

Staring at the cup of tea in front of her, she frowned. Something was missing, something sweet. Lynette sipped it, tasting the lemon, milk, and sugar, but there was still too much bitterness. A sudden chirping sounded from behind her and she was embarrassed for jumping. She had forgotten that she had taken in Indy and Odette, Babs' birds, while the other woman was out of town visiting family. Sipping the tea again and shuddering at the bitterness, she thought about how lonely she was without the other woman. They had become close friends in the small suburb of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ever since Babs moved into the neighborhood a few mo

And Your Bird Can Sing by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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And Your Bird Can Sing

Lynette thought she heard a noise and sat up in bed, looking around. Her eyes passed over the shifting shadows in the silver moonlight, seeing nothing out of ordinary in her bedroom. Shrugging to herself, she snuggled down beneath the covers and drifted back to sleep. In her last moments of consciousness, she thought she heard the chirping of a bird again. In the morning she opened her eyes to the bright summer sunshine and sat up with a yawn. As she gathered her clothes for the day, she heard a small chirp and was reminded of the previous night. Looking out her window at her deck she saw a blue parakeet sitting on the railing, singing.

Kiss and Tell: Kurtofsky Prom by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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Kiss and Tell: Kurtofsky Prom

His exit was reminiscent of Kurt's earlier as he let the gymnasium door slam shut behind him, but he continued through the hallways, past some stragglers and happy couples seeking refuge from the humid dance floor. Dave finally reached the school entrance and threw those doors open with a grunt too, throwing his shoulder into it like he was tackling someone on the field. The cool night air hit him immediately and he slowed down enough to realize he still had his prom king scepter gripped tightly in his hand, the crown was still perched on his head haphazardly. He didn't wear it with grace like Kurt wore his queen's crown. With a strangled

He Had to Make It by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

You Will Come to Realize by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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You Will Come to Realize

You did not want to move to England, I know. You did not want to leave your friends and your home, but trust me; it did not turn out as bad as you thought it would. Making new friends is hard, but they made it surprisingly easy, and even though they're strange, you would rather have them just as they are instead of "normal" people. You are the normal one of the bunch and take pride in that, they are such colorful and interesting individuals, but you will come to realize that you are really the lucky one and just as special. You will never understand their insistence on being your friend, but you wil

Creationism by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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Creationism

I watched the noodle drift along in front of the backdrop of stars, planets, and comets. It was lazily suspended in space for stretched out moments of not-yet-existent time. Its eyes blinked and the appendage twisted, gathering stardust and other particles as it swept across the sky. More noodles wiggled to join the singular limb and formed a ball, pressing in. I let out a gasp as the particles were compressed so much that a solid mass was being formed. Blues, greens, browns, and whites gathered on the surface. The shape was similar to the Flying Spaghetti Monster's large meatballs that sat within the nest of noodles, but there were jag

House of the Rising Sun by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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House of the Rising Sun

The television was off, the blanket was pulled over the large man snoring in the sagging chair, the lights had been shut off, but the curtains had been left open. The early morning sunshine pushed between the two folds of fabric, flooding the room, and washing the man with golden light. Grunting, the man squeezed his eyelids tighter and tossed the blanket off of his chest, trying to get rid of the heat that was pushing into him. Luke pressed a hand against his head, shading his eyes as he finally opened them, protecting them from the light. He hadn't remembered falling asleep but it must have been

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The Borderland State by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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And Your Bird Can Sing

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You Will Come to Realize

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Creationism

House of the Rising Sun by Morgan-I-Maboy, literature

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Artist // Student // Literature

Jan 27
United States
Deviant for 18 years
www.fanfiction.net/u/898653/J_K_LoL-ing
She / Her

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Favourite Movies

Harry Potter, LOTR, Labyrinth...and many more.

Favourite TV Shows

Glee, House, Monk, Psych, Durarara!!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Lady Gaga~ ,Motley Crue, Muse, Blue October, the list goes on.

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings, Wicked Lovely, Salem's Lot, The Talisman, The Harp of the Grey Rose...I am an English major, I have a lot.

Favourite Writers

JK Rowling, Stephen King, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare.

Favourite Games

Scrabble, Harry Potter trivia. Kingdom Hearts, Resident Evil 4, Silent Hill 2, Baroque, Pokemon.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation 2, Gameboy.

Tools of the Trade

Pen or pencil, paper, my mind, photoshop sometimes.

Other Interests

Reading, Writing, Singing, Manga, yaoi, yuri, LGBT, human rights, politics.

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Morgan-I-Maboy

Mar 2, 2012

Hey All

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I have been so busy with school and personal life that I haven't really been investing time in with dA at all.  Most of my attention goes to tumblr lately because there's just more there for me these days.  I'm sorry in general that I haven't been around much and that I've been so pessimistic about dA.  I'm trying to work things out with what I want out of my online interactions and my writing. I really really would like feedback from someone on here.  I still don't know how much value it is on here.  I did make an alternate account that I may move some of my better pieces to so I can start over.  I probably won't get to that until summer, t

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Morgan-I-Maboy

Jan 20, 2012

I lied: a journal on writing,absence and community

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lol So, about that updating...yeah, got busy, didn't happen. Abusing the pointless privileges of this free premium day, yup. I'm really disenchanted by this site lately.  I mean, there are some great artists I love to keep up with...but this really doesn't do much for my progress as a writer.  This is something I am genuinely dedicated to; I want to make my writing the best it can be, and to be honest I don't even get remotely enough feedback for my art that is needed - I actually really get none.  I understand that everyone has lives and can be busy, but it's been like this for a long while now.  I am invisible except to my friends and I