Psychological
The Turn Of An Intern
There is no clear explanation for my burning desire to be a summer intern at The White House, but it’s been my goal since I was ten years old. Although I didn’t comprehend what was necessary to be competitive enough to actually receive a summer internship at that age, I serendipitously fulfilled every one of them over the course of the next nine years. Studying politics, history and our Constitution inexplicably possessed me, but never a Barbie doll.
By Star Love Grey6 months ago in Fiction
The Washingtons. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge. Content Warning.
Polly couldn't believe her luck when she'd gotten the news: her job application had been accepted. She - Polly Louise Dinkel - Little Miss Nobody, was going to be the media manager for the Washington Family.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
Back to School
Who remembers reporting to school on that first day of school? Walking into those freshly waxed hallways and classrooms, catching up with some friends that you haven't seen all summer. Then, the bell rings and you head to your homeroom and find your seat and seek out your schedule to see what kind of year you are going to have with happiness or trepidation. All the days as it has done for years starts out with the Pledge of Allegiance followed by a moment of silent meditation followed by morning announcements. Welcome back, everyone and let's have a great year!
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Dog Days of August
August to me is the Dog Days of Summer as well as the month to get ready for Back-to-School. The days are still hot, and one just lays around for the last days of just plain relaxing are just about done for the busy days are not that far off now. The excitement for me and going back-to-school and seeing all my school friends, but also the excitement of family reunions and a few other end-of-summer picnics. The dog days of August are days to remember and to take a breath for Christmas is not that far away for us.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
The Tree That Remembered Me
I hadn’t been back in twelve years. Not since the funeral. Not since I stood in the middle of my grandmother’s backyard, too young to understand what grief really meant, clutching a paper flower I made in school because I didn’t know what else to bring.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
The Door Was Never Locked
Marla always cried during commercials—especially the ones with dogs in them. Her friends joked about it. Her brother used to nudge her at the movies when the sad scenes hit. “Sensitive,” they said, like it was a diagnosis. Like it was something she’d outgrow.
By Enric Milly6 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of No Goodbye
The Sound of No Goodbye Written by Mirza The morning she left, there were no slammed doors or tearful hugs. No emotional declarations or scribbled notes. Just the creak of the front door, the whisper of her boots on the wooden steps, and the long, quiet sigh of an engine starting. That was it.
By Moonlit Letters6 months ago in Fiction
Alabama Rain Book 5 by Lana Campbell
The Book Do you love to read paranormal vampire romance novels, if so, then check out Lana Campbells 707 page book, Alabama Rain Book 5 in the Forever and a Night Series? This book was published on the 31st of October in the year 2018 and sold by Amazon Digital Services, LLC.
By Lisa Briskey6 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
By Nadeem Shah The sky bled red the evening I returned to Raven Hollow. I hadn’t been back in twelve years—not since the night everything I believed in was shattered. The roads felt narrower, the trees darker, like the whole town was holding its breath, waiting for me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
You're My Favorite Murderer (Chapter 16). Content Warning.
Chapter 16: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺 “Stazieeeee” I grumble slowly dragging myself from a sensual dream, a dream I really shouldn’t be having but what goes on inside my mind is no one’s damn business but my own. I reach up to hold my head, feeling heavy, weighted; as if I’ve been asleep for days on a layer of concrete. What the fuck, since when do I wake up feeling a headache this fucking big? Usually when I drink, but I didn’t drink enough to get hungover that’s for damn sure.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂6 months ago in Fiction
