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Designed to Deceive: How Gambling Distorts Reality and Hooks Your Brain
To call gambling a “game of chance” evokes fun, random luck and a sense of collective engagement. These playful connotations may be part of why almost 80 percent of American adults gamble at some point in their lifetime. When I ask my psychology students why they think people gamble, the most frequent suggestions are for pleasure, money or the thrill.
By BURN BRIGHT3 years ago in Fiction
The Queen's Alliance: Defeating the Curse and Protecting the Kingdom
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a kingdom ruled by a kind and just queen named Olivia. She was loved and respected by her subjects for her wisdom and compassion. The kingdom was prosperous and peaceful, and the people were happy. However, there was one thing that troubled the queen, and that was the legend of the cursed forest.
By MUHAMMAD ANAS QURESHI3 years ago in Fiction
Arcane Echoes: The Eternal Love of Willowbrook
In the small, picturesque town of Willowbrook, nestled deep within a lush forest, there was a legendary tale whispered among the locals. It spoke of an ethereal love that transcended time and space, a mysterious romantic fiction that captured the hearts of all who heard it.
By Ifra Shariq3 years ago in Fiction
The Alder Tree
In the middle of the forest stood a majestic Alder Tree, its roots dug deep into the earth. I, a towering White Pine, fondly watched it grow from a sapling. We became great friends, but later, I witnessed its struggles. The years had taken their toll, and it was nearing the end of its life. I watched over it, providing support and comfort, knowing that it was my duty to carry on its legacy. And as I stand here now, I can hear the Alder's whisper in the wind, guiding me to be strong and steadfast, just like it was.
By The Pleasure Pen3 years ago in Fiction
I’m Watching You
I stood in the tall corn stalks, quietly watching Jenny. I loved watching her, smelling her wafting perfume. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her. I slowed my breathing so she couldn’t hear me. I crouched down to remain hidden until I was ready to ambush. I was grinding my teeth, patiently waiting. My fists clenched, I was almost ready. “Charlie, come out from hiding. Dinners ready,” she shouted. I jumped out and yelled “boo” loudly. “Oh, Charlie, you scared me. You’re such a silly child,” she said. “One day, I’ll really scare you,” I said, smiling deviously.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
