Eight O'clock In The Morning Short Story Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE The next morning Jamima woke up with a loud ringing voice in her ears. Her eyes drifted open and went towards the clock. It read 7:30, and her eyes shot open. She suddenly wide awake and sat up, her body was a bit sore because of last night. She needed to change quickly, or else she remembered what happened last time when was late. She dashed out of the bed and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked, "What the hell? Is it really me?" she said, startled. Her condition was even worse than some homeless person.

Zoe's Pov... My dreams revolve around the confession of that girl. Playing her confession again and again, even in dreams. Yeah dreams, I constantly was woken up due to dreams of her. At last I decided to get up, it was still dark outside, I looked for clock on nightstand but it was not there, so I got up from the bed. Jack was facing the other side, sleeping soundly. The clock hanging above the couches reads, 03:21 am. I sigh and sat on the couch. My mind again wander to the girl, the cell, the rape, the fear, the pain, loneliness, starvation, dirt and what not.

The alarm clock in Noah's room goes off at exactly 6 in the morning. With his eyes not fully open, Noah got up and walked towards the front door. He turned the key to the right twice so that the door could be opened from the outside. This is Noah's routine. Darla always gets home at 6, so it's Noah's job to unlock the door like this every morning. Noah doesn't understand why the bookstore where his sister works has to be open all night? Noah meant that no one would buy a book in the middle of the night.

When his head fell, he also died. But don't be afraid! This is just a little story to scare children! I will tell you how it happened. In the city of this story nobody smiled or played games, all the children studied all day. In the colorless city, adults worked all day and the older ones taught the younger ones how to work until the day they died. On the day that no one remembers the exact date, very heavy rain arrived in the city followed by a floating sea of ​​heavy rain clouds. And with the rain came the boy with a bluebird in his arms. The boy happily hopped around the dark city streets, not caring about the strange looks the boy was humming; "Can someone offer me a place under your roo

I was six months pregnant when my husband's childhood sweetheart showed up on Christmas Eve, pregnant too, demanding her place in his life. Smiling, I welcomed her in. "Come on in. Make yourself at home." In my previous life, I had forced my husband to kick Shirley out. She collapsed from low blood sugar and froze to death that very Christmas Eve. Matthew did not hold it against me. On the contrary, he softened, stayed by my side and took care of me while I waited to give birth. However, when the baby came, despite being an obstetrician himself, Matthew sent our healthy newborn son straight to the morgue. I begged him desperately, but his face was twisted with hatred. "If you hadn't bee