Psychological
Split Pressure . Content Warning.
Then... Shh.. they're coming Kaya and her twin sister Akiya huddled up in the corner in their room. Their parents came stomping up the stairs, screaming and barking instructions. There was another child outside with them, crying.
By Christina Nelson about a year ago in Fiction
A Bittersweet Smile
The scent of frangipani blossoms hung heavy in the warm Ubud air, their sweetness mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Wayan stood on the veranda of her guesthouse, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on the horizon where the rice paddies met the sky.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Rosewood Hospital 4
"Time will heal all wounds." It was one of the sayings I admired most, and it came to my mind as I reflected on my situation. Over time, the employees at the hospital began to change their attitude towards me. Many became friendly, except for two individuals.
By Dinesha Pereraabout a year ago in Fiction
To Know Death
It was just another day. A day like every day. There she was. Sitting on that same bench, in that same spot. With that black laced umbrella and her small black book with no title. Her skin was so beautifully tan and even. she had ghost white hair and her eyes were a burning scarlet red. I've never seen eyes like hers. I always wondered if they were contacts but upon clearly seeing them today, they were not.
By Christina Nelson about a year ago in Fiction
Love drips
Today is the day! I've been waiting for this day for so long. Valentine's Day is truly one of my favorite days. I went downstairs this morning and there were pink and red roses mixed with yellow and red tulips and two beautiful white stargazer lilies. Next to them was a card, a big box of chocolates and about 25 balloons. It was such a gorgeous sight honestly. But my biggest and best surprise was downstairs. I'd heard it for the past several days. I figured it was a puppy all the groaning, moaning and whining. The whispers to be quiet showed me that he really was trying to keep it a big secret.
By Christina Nelson about a year ago in Fiction
Love After Divorce
Radha scrolled through the photos on her phone, a bittersweet smile gracing her lips. One image stood out: her two sons,eight-year-old Veer and six-year-old Aryan, were sprawled across Priya’s lap, their faces flushed from the afternoon sun and the excitement of a local cricket match. Priya, her ex-husband, Rohan’s, fiancée, had an arm draped protectively around them, her own smile warm and genuine.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
