Psychological

The river of healing
In a busy, bustling river, there lived a young fish named Lily. Lily loved to explore the river’s clear waters, swimming through the plants and rocks, watching the world around her. But lately, everything had started to feel too overwhelming.
By claire12 months ago in Fiction
The echoes of forgotten dreams
Once, there was a time when the world seemed endless, when every path held the promise of discovery. The air was thick with the scent of possibility, and every morning offered a fresh canvas to paint. Yet, somewhere along the way, those vibrant hues began to fade, replaced by a dull, monotonous gray that clung to the edges of existence.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
A letter from my past self
Hi Present Me, I hope this letter finds you well and filled with the kind of peace that only comes after growth. It’s strange to think about where we are now compared to where we once were, isn’t it? I often wonder if I would even recognize you if I met you on the street. So much has changed, yet some things, like my dreams and our deep connection to Krishna, remain constant.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
So The Story Went
Introduction This is for JBaz's "So The Story Goes" Exercise which you can check here as it is the prologue to this story:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
A Deal with Time
It was just an ordinary Tuesday in the late 1800s, one of those days that didn’t seem special at all. The year was 1887, and the small town of Willow Creek, nestled in the Midwest, was quiet and peaceful. The air was cool, with the smell of woodsmoke from chimneys and the earthy scent of fallen leaves. The streets were mostly empty, except for the occasional sound of horse hooves and creaking wagon wheels.
By Shadow12 months ago in Fiction
The Poet
He never thought he was anything special and he still didn't think that, although he knew he was, which was a bit contradictory.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
Michelle Monaghan: Hollywood’s Versatile Star and Her Low-Key Personal Life
Michelle Monaghan, brought into the world on Walk 23, 1976, in Winthrop, Iowa, is a gifted entertainer known for her flexibility and charming exhibitions. With jobs in both blockbuster hits and non mainstream pearls, Monaghan has cut out a special space in Hollywood. Be that as it may, regardless of her popularity, she has figured out how to keep her own life somewhat hidden, starting interest among fans and media the same.
By MST SALMA KHATUN12 months ago in Fiction
The theory of absence:
The belief in absence is the square root of human ignorance. Though absence is an unproven theory, we base all our calculations in life on it, as if it’s a proven fact. Humans are present beings that are lost in the illusion of absence. This illusion has shaped our actions and perceptions of life.
By VoiceOfAnOutlier12 months ago in Fiction
Replay
Uncalled for but necessary. That's about how Johnny musta felt when he popped 2 in the back of the head of a known thug hanging around town. Justice was just Johnny's gun. This kinda became normal as I was told, by Johnny of course. That Aerosmith tune is very reminiscent of Johnny's Justice, except he's not Janie. There was times when Johnny held the gun barrel to my nose, almost burning it, but more potent was the smell of gunpowder. I really started to fear Johnny as his temper escalated almost daily. What got worse was when I worked to avoid him, he always somehow found me. Either at a coffee shop or grocery store it became impossible to lose him, his voice always lingered in my head too. Cops didn't phase him when they shot by down the road with their lights and sirens. I was more anxious than him. Sue, a friend of Johnny's, started to kick around with me when I was ducking out from Johnny most times. I didn't want to let Johnny know she's been hanging with me because of his increased temper lately and blackouts he claimed. I also asked Sue to hold back from saying anything to Johnny. She gave me her word and to be honest it was never a problem. I guess she knew Johnny was getting bad too. Sue and I did a bowl of hash and the next thing I knew Johnny was kicking me. Rubbing my eyes and trying to wake was tough, as Johnny was bragging again. This time he was telling me he was banging this prostitute most of the night in her brothel. He whipped his meat out and said bitch tried to bite me. Look at the marks. He went on and started getting upset again pulling his pants back up and bringing out his gun again. He held the barrel to my face, it was warm and smelled of powder again. Johnny went into a rant and started to fire off a couple shots again and my ears were ringing and and I became very disoriented and noticed lights blinking, red,blue and sirens blasting. All I could think was, fuck, Johnny shot me, and the cops are here. My shoulder was warm and my stomach hurt too. All I could feel was a slow sliding descent into a dark silent abyss. Coming out of a foggy state and hangover like feeling, I noticed the beeping sounds and rails beside me. Thinking to myself, I realized I was in a hospital and must of been shot by Johnny. I moved my hands to help adjust myself in getting comfortable, but I couldn't move them far. They were limited in movement,I was handcuffed to bed rails and there were uniformed officers outside the door. I really started to panic and hyperventilate at which point a couple of uniform nurses or doctors came in and calmed me. The doctor broke into a “your lucky to be alive today Mr. Wheeler”. We were able to stop the bleeding from your stomach, and patch up your shoulder for you. You did almost die on the table, but what scared us all was when you blurted Sue, while under anesthesia. Remarkable infact. Which eludes us to call in the police now for you to talk with. Take care Mr. Wheeler. Wait, who's Mr. Wheeler? My names Johnny Barber! All the more to speak with the police. After they are finished the specialist will see you next. The specialist? You said I was okay? What the fucking he'll us going on Damn it!!? Ah yeah, excuse us please, the officers are coming in now. So, Mr. Barber, you have been a big problem.. The officers broke into the rights speech. Once finished they were not well received. Mr. Barber clamed up, and rightly so. The psychiatrist walked in nonchalantly and asked out loud “ Who am I Speaking to today?” Joey, Joey is my name mister. What am I doing here? I'm hungry, got food? I got to go pee, hurry let me out please! Never mind, I did an uhoh in the bed. Everything's going to be alright Joey. Thanks mister. Hey, do I know you? You kinda look and sound familiar? Why yes Joey, you have known me for a long time. Do you not remember the coloring you did when we were together? Also the toy blocks you used to make me a gun? Gee mister, your starting to scare me a bit. It's okay Joey, you are very safe here. Where am I mister? Why are my hands chained to the bed?
By Vinn Black12 months ago in Fiction
The Perfect Gentleman
The Perfect Gentleman I. The Watcher New York City was an ocean, vast and chaotic. People drifted through its streets like waves, faceless, unnoticed. I had always been one of them—until I saw her.
By K-jay12 months ago in Fiction
Un-Valentine Me
The Lamia girls were busy discussing their plans for Valentine’s Day in the coffee shop. They were too deep into their talk to pay attention to the other customers around them. Therefore, none of them noticed the smartly-clad young man enter the shop and walk over to their table until he cleared his throat. Looking up at him, they all groaned aloud upon seeing him.
By Mother Combs12 months ago in Fiction
How Stories Define Our Reality
1. Stories assist in making sense of the world Life is messy, random, and disorienting. Stories provide us with a framework for making sense of chaos. They place a framework around our experiences so that we can perceive events as a logical story. If we hear a story, our brain will immediately begin looking for patterns, causes, and effects in the story.
By Ravirajsinh Sarvaiya12 months ago in Fiction