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Chris Morganroth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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Story of Creation of the Quileute People

Weekly Contest #359

Morning broke gently over the Quileute village, the sky a pale wash of silver-blue that promised a clear day. Mist clung to the riverbanks like old spirits reluctant to leave, and the cedar planked houses stood in quiet rows, their carved beams catching the first thin rays of the suns warmth. Smoke curled from a few early cooking fires, drifting upward in soft ribbons. Du’wasub was the first to rise, as he always was. His joints ached, but he welcomed the ache—it reminded him he was still part of the world he loved. He stepped outside, inhal...

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When an Angel Fell Into Him

She woke that morning with the kind of heaviness that makes even sunlight feel like a burden. The sky outside her window was a perfect, endless blue, but instead of lifting her, it pressed down on her — too wide, too deep, too indifferent. Bills on the counter. Emails she didn’t want to open. Dreams she once held close now slipping through her fingers like sand. She sat on the edge of her bed, elbows on her knees, whispering to herself, “Just … let me get through today.” But even that felt like climbing a mountain barefoot. By the time eveni...

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The Majestic Roaming of Thorne the Roosevelt Elk

Weekly Contest #344

In the heart of the Olympic Peninsula’s lush rainforest, where ancient trees stretch their moss-covered arms toward the sky, a magnificent Roosevelt elk named Thorne roamed. His massive antlers, crowned with dignity, bore witness to countless encounters. Thorne was no ordinary elk, he was a living legend, a symbol of resilience and survival. Thorne’s days were spent meandering through the dense undergrowth, his hooves sinking into the spongy forest floor. He feasted on ferns, shrubs, and lichens, sustaining his colossal frame. The Hoh Rain F...

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The Salmon Run at River Fork

Weekly Contest #342

Waaay ooch aah—far upriver in the lands of the Quileute people, where the valley folds into itself like cupped hands, the twin streams met in a shimmering fork. One branch ran deep green, swirling over stones with a lively froth called the Sol’eth Tuc’; the other moved slow and brown, the Bo’ka-chel carrying the memory of distant hills in its silty flow. The meeting of these waters was a place of stories, of old agreements between people and river, and of the yearly promise the salmon kept. This morning, the riverbank pulsed with life. The s...

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Juxtaposed Divinity

Weekly Contest #239

Here I stand in opposition of the stars, lost … deep in space and time. Searching just to find my mind and put it still again, but my heart opposes my thoughts in this moment. A cold desperate and lonely place, breath fogs as it leaves my lips and nostrils. Groaning lightly in the cold of this place with deep feeling of knowing alone so closely. Head bowed, walking slowly with the weight of a heavy heart, each step feels the burden of moving forward as life tugs with the chains of deep sorrow. The faint glow of the world burns against the ...

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