Psychological
Contemplation
Bethan tried to still her shaking hands. Dave stared off, meditatively, still. He was right on the edge. Dave It all comes back to here. I should've known that it would catch up with me eventually. But so many years passed and the veil was never lifted...
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
10 Transformative Self-Care Practices to Revitalize Your Mind, Body, and Soul
10 Transformative Self-Care Practices to Revitalize Your Mind, Body, and Soul Self-care is the way to achieve balance and well-being in a busy world where constant demands oftentimes take the centre stage. It does not pertain to indulgence or luxury. Rather, self-care represents a sustainable routine that consolidates mental, emotional, and physical health, favouring every individual—the busy professional, the caring carer, and every type of personal growth factor.
By DHARMENDRA KUMAR BAIRWAabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echo of Silence. AI-Generated.
It was the kind of night where the moon lingered just a little too long, like it had secrets to whisper to the earth before it slipped away. The streets were empty, the air thick with the quiet hum of waiting. Marlowe stood by the old train station, his fingers curling around a forgotten cigarette, the ember burning weakly in the dark. The station had been abandoned for years, a relic of a world that no longer needed it. The trains had stopped running long before he came, but it was a place of solace for him.
By The Imposterabout a year ago in Fiction
Changes Taking Place
I waited with Mario and Anya in the car while Fig checked on Georgio who was still recovering in his hospital room. It was a quick visit, just so Fig could let Uncle Georgio know that she loved him and wasn't going to abandon him during this tough time. Though she was afraid, she knew that she'd rather sign up as his caretaker then have to think about what his life might be like at a nursing home. He still couldn't speak well enough for a conversation about how to repair the house, so she didn't bring it up yet.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
Arrival
"I had no idea this was here," Bethan says in wonder. "No," Dave says. He likes this space, liked this space. Now, it's going to hold memories of too many bad things. He won't want to come back much in future. He is scanning the area to see if anyone else is here but it is just them, him and Bethan.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Thorn
Thorn D. A. Ratliff Marnie hesitated on the path, wondering if she was walking into an Agatha Christie novel. The quaintness of the cottage at the end of the flower-laden walkway was overwhelming. She sucked in a deep breath and, pulling her luggage behind her, continued to the doorway.
By D. A. Ratliffabout a year ago in Fiction
