John Moroney
Bio
An aspiring writer specialising in self-help in the field of mental health. Occasional horror fiction writer.
Twitter - @BoyWAnxsBrain
Stories (4/0)
The Strain
Rain beat down on the windscreen of the car as the wipers squeaked their best to clear it. Edith couldn’t help but feel sleepy in the back seat, with the monotony of the wipers and warm air that blew from the vents keeping her protected from the hideous weather outside. She blinked hard to keep herself awake and looked down at her wrinkly hands interlocked in her lap. She longed to hold Frank’s hand again. The ache in her heart had not subsided over the years since his death.
By John Moroney2 years ago in Horror
EmCoyEe of the Month
It has been over 18 months now since I have been working from home and I have to say, I have loved every minute of it. As an introvert, it's been a pleasure not going into a hectic call centre office, but getting all comfy and wrapped in blankets on my sofa instead. It's not for everyone, I know, but for someone who loves solitude and peace and quiet, this is just ideal. On the warmer days, however, I have enjoyed sitting in the back garden with my laptop, soaking up the sun. I am lucky enough to have a pond in my back garden with a water feature and an abundance of fish. I cannot overstate how much of an effect the running water and these fish have had on my mental health. When I sit outside beside the pond I feel my anxiety and stress instantly start to melt away. Even though I am working and answering emails etc, my concentration is on the relaxing tones of the babbling waterfall and the occasional splashes of the fish playing at the water's surface.
By John Moroney3 years ago in Psyche
In Search of the Feast
1 Silence fills the dimly lit room. A shard of light slithers through the curtains and illuminates the slowly floating dust. A young man, alone, stirs in his sleep as the traffic noise from the busy city outside starts to grow. He is waking up. Squinting, he checks the time on his phone which bathes him in blue light. 12:19 PM. He groans and collapses his head back on the bed while tossing his phone back on the bedside drawers.
By John Moroney3 years ago in Horror
Here's to 2021
2020 was a horrendous year. We all know that. Now 2021 has finally arrived and gives us all a chance to take stock of our lives and how much we take for granted. I have done a lot of reflecting over the last few months but going forward I do believe I have so much to be thankful for.
By John Moroney3 years ago in Psyche
