Joy Muerset
Bio
Hi my name is Joy, another random person that calls herself a writer. An excuse of a name for a hobby of mine. An excuse for the love of escaping into another reality I can call my own.
Stories (7/0)
The Mystery of The Heart
Lani plopped all her books on the couch and released a loud grunt of frustration. Running her fingers through her short strands of hair, she walked to the refrigerator. Staring into its yellow light and barely filled cabinets, she wondered why she ever moved out. Grumbling, she took the tub of vanilla ice cream.
By Joy Muersetabout a year ago in Fiction
Pendarvis, The Reaper
Pendarvis looked upon a world that should have died ages ago, once afflicted by disease, suddenly given mercy by the forces outside its comprehension. But while the people in this city celebrated, balance was torn from the universe. There was too much life given and not the fair amount of death returned. And now, death was wanting.
By Joy Muerset2 years ago in Fiction
