Joshua Morelli
Bio
I have been many things throughout my life, an amateur filmmaker, Musician... Security guard. But the one thing I have always loved doing, is writing. Whether it was lyrics, poetry, or stories; something has always inspired me to create.
Stories (5/0)
Beyond the Pale
by Josh Morelli My grandfather would tell me stories when I was young about the time before, when the world was large, and the mists had yet to come. He would tell me about animals that were larger than humans and buildings that stretched into the sky. In this place there were so many people that you could travel your whole life without ever seeing the same face twice. I loved his stories, and I would always be sad when they ended. Because our world is nothing like the one my grandfather spoke of; our world is small, and you will see every face here many, many times.
By Joshua Morelli3 years ago in Horror
Washer & the Worm
Chapter 1: Washer loses a worm Will was having a hell of a day, and it started with him agreeing to fill in for a co-worker. He had feigned sympathy and agreed to cover the shift, even though the employee’s supposed “cold” was a lame excuse to get out of work for a concert. The tickets of which he’d been bragging about for the last couple weeks. It’s not that he was a push over, at least he’d never thought of himself that way, he just knew he could use the extra income and he really had nothing worth looking forward to that couldn’t wait. This opinion was only further validated later when he got a text from Anna. He’d received it at 5:39 pm, just as the dinner rush was starting and the restaurant was descending into madness. It said: “Will I’m sorry to tell you like this, but I think we need some time apart. It’s not you, it’s me, you’re a great guy… I’m just looking for someone with a little more drive, a go-getter you know? Anyway, hope we can stay friends!”. A wonderfully blunt message that’s subtext Will would spend the rest of his shift trying to ignore.
By Joshua Morelli3 years ago in Horror
Isolation
My name is Isiah Fortsmith, and I am- or was- the captain of the USS Ishimura. A boarding ship with a crew of two hundred, engineers, scientists, and workers. Our last mission was the transportation of refugees from earth-1 to the Proxima Centauri system, where we would deliver them to eden transit. I kept daily logs of our journey up to the point of hyper sleep, as well as once we were awoken. Everything went smoothly, there were no hiccups in the system or flight path, and we estimated our arrival to be exactly within acceptable transitory limits.
By Joshua Morelli3 years ago in Horror
No love lost
When I was 22 I was at the tail end of a few terrible relationships, and I remember talking to my mum about it. I said: "I wish the universe would just do me a solid and help me meet someone decent for a change!" No kidding, complete honesty, several seconds after I said this my mums front door opened. In walks a family friend who was coming to visit, and unbeknownst to us, she had brought someone along. As she walked through the door, a young, beautiful girl came in behind her. The family friend said hello and announced herself, but the moment I locked eyes with the girl it was as if fireworks exploded and we couldn't hear anything. As I shook her hand and introduced myself, she let loose a smile that lit up the room, and that was that as they say.
By Joshua Morelli3 years ago in Confessions
The Anima Project
I open my eyes in a womb of darkness, all encompassing, except for a thin shaft of light that pierces the curtain of black around me. The light is reflected through a rounded patch of glass above my head, and fear erupts within me as I realize I must be within a confined space. I am lying on my back, and I notice that my limbs find a peculiar resistance when I try to move them- as if I were under water. I can breathe, but it doesn’t feel natural, and as I force my stiff right arm through the substance surrounding me, I touch my mouth. A large tube protrudes from my throat, I nearly jerk it free out of pure instinct until the rational part of my brain reminds me that I am still submerged. Instead, I reach above me toward the light. I feel the roof of my containment and push, it takes effort, but it gives, and I slowly lift it aside. Once freedom is within sight, I rip the tubing from my mouth and lift myself up. As my head breaks the surface, I take my first gasp of true air, and crawl out of my cage. Rubbing it between my fingers, I can tell now that what I have been sleeping in is not liquid at all, it feels like some kind of gel. As my eyes fully adjust, I can see the faintest of dust particles fluttering around the section of floor where I sit. The ground is hard, something like cracked linoleum, and I see what looks to be mounds of rock piled around the room. Rising to my knees, a pain like pins and needles shoots through my extremities as life creeps into them. My mind feels empty, my thoughts covered in cobwebs, so many questions plague me, not the least of which is why my limbs feel this way at all. I look at the rough, calloused hands in front of me, turning a reddish pink as blood starts coursing through them again. I squeeze my right fingers into a fist and flex them open again, raise my left hand, and touch my face. Hesitantly, I press it to each of my features- nose, mouth, hair, ears- everything is there… But it all feels wrong. I can’t remember anything, how I came to be in this place, where I had been before- even my own name eludes me.
By Joshua Morelli3 years ago in Horror
