Joy Morrow
Stories (2/0)
Unboxed
Night One The howl of the wind consumed the night as it partially silenced the chirps of grasshoppers and the croaking chorus of toads. When a break in the wind occurred sporadically, the inharmonic sounds of wind chimes could be heard serenading the outdoors in the distance. Damascus, Virginia was a small town of 600 where everyone knew each other. Declan, nicknamed Dec for short, loathed Damascus. Dec and his mother, Iris, had just moved into a small cottage not too far from the Virginia Creeper Trail. As Dec stared out of his bedroom window peering at the dancing tree branches under the moon’s spotlight, he was deep in thought about how much his life had changed in such a short amount of time. Every thought kept revisiting the moment his parents announced their divorce.
By Joy Morrow3 years ago in Horror
Time In Digits
The dead of night could be heard by the sound of crickets chirping and a night sky illuminated by a waning gibbous moon. A slight breeze brushed over the leaves and blades of grass occasionally. It was still warm from the previous day's sun rays on this early morning of July. Jiya was battling another sleepless night and a malfunctioning air conditioning unit that added to her agitation. After tossing and turning for a couple of hours, Jiya abruptly opened her eyes to see 1:23am glaring back at her from the digital alarm clock on her nightstand. "Why do I always catch the time at 1:23am and pm?" She pondered consciously. Jiya was always unintentionally catching this time since she was 6 years old.
By Joy Morrow3 years ago in Fiction