Midnight Writer: Voices

It was with great relief that she accepted the doctors diagnosis. She wasn’t losing her mind after all. The voices she heard weren’t a symptom of schizophrenia or dementia or anything that dire. She just had a small dimensional rift in one ear. The people on the other end of the rift got very loud over dinner, which explained why every evening at 6:30, she heard someone telling Jeffrey to eat his cauliflower.

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About Morgan Maria D'Isidoro

Morgan Maria D'Isidoro has lived in Baltimore, MD for most of her life, saving a handful of failed escape attempts. Given the murder rates, she'll probably die here too. Morgan is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry, a musician of dubious quality, cat aficionado, art history fangirl, kitchen sorceress, recovering pyromaniac, accomplished liar, and an all around person of questionable employability.
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