Psychological

The In-Between. Content Warning.
Life consists of the before and the after. There is nothing in-between. In lighter days, I remember the sea with a fondness that can only be felt in hindsight. As a young girl, the taste of salt on my tongue and the fresh breeze stirred by the ocean reached me in a way that others could not. The freedom of the sand swelling into my toes and the excited shrieks of my brothers as they dove headlong into the frigid water. It was life. Amidst the fray, I would often take a moment to look towards Godrevy and wonder what tragedies it had interrupted. On darker days, when the clouds were tinged with a drab grey, I wondered more if those souls had been grateful for the intervention or if they resented it.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Hall. Top Story - October 2024.
I see you pacing the halls, meandering among the living dead as they are wheeled into these rooms of 'healing'; are you here to save us or condemn us? Within these white walls you hear us moan and scream, wail and cry. Is our lament your fuel - your life?
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Fiction
"THE DRUMMER'S GUILT: A KING’S CLEVER TRAP"
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of BUIN NKUM, there lived a powerful and wise king named King Yaji. He was known for his fairness and wisdom, and his subjects respected him greatly. The kingdom flourished under his rule, but one day, something happened that shook the king and all who served him.
By JETRO SAMabout a year ago in Fiction
THE TRAGEDY OF THE BLIND COMMUNITY
In a valley surrounded by tall mountains, there lay a village known for its eccentric inhabitants: two distinct groups who lived alongside each other yet were worlds apart. One group consisted of the Blind, men and women with strong limbs and healthy bodies, yet they lived without the gift of sight. Their heightened sense of hearing and smell helped them navigate the village with impressive skill, and they prided themselves on their independence. The other group was made up of the Lame, people who had eyes sharp as an eagle’s but whose legs were twisted or weak, confining them to the ground or to walking aids.
By JETRO SAMabout a year ago in Fiction
How To Get All You Want In German. Content Warning.
What is this book and why is it been following me for the past 20 or so years? How To Get All You Want In German That's the name of it and it's a very small little booklet, and I have no idea when it was printed. There is no date or author. From what I’ve seen so far.
By Kelly Ridgwayabout a year ago in Fiction
What Lies Between. Content Warning.
“Go AWAY, GO AWAY.. go away, go away, go away…” the man said terrified. He laid on the cold stone filthy and hungry. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since the horror started. The growls of the dead are deafening. Their arms reach through the iron bars in attempt to grab at him. Getting locked in a cell seemed like luck at first, but as time passed, it proved itself to be a curse. His body could not stop shivering. He peed his pants, not once but twice. He doesn’t understand what’s wrong with these people but they’re not alive. They must not be. They look soulless, squeezing themselves through the bars, breaking their bones and bleeding out, but they don’t care.
By I66OGWaldoabout a year ago in Fiction
Ash. Content Warning.
(Image is AI Generated.) No sound, and even though Jack’s eyes are closed, he knows wherever he is, it’s very bright. Forcing his eyelids open with more energy than he had ever used before to do such a task, he brings up an arm to shield himself from a light that most surely wasn’t artificial but was at the same time—as if the light was coming from all around him but nowhere at the same time.
By Michael Catalfumoabout a year ago in Fiction
A Father's Love
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Riley scooped up the water, urgently filling every pot and pan he could muster whilst his hands trembled. Placing the various containers into the wheelbarrow, he rushed back down the hill towards the house, trying desperately not to spill.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Fiction
Tiara
The systems are down, and so are the comms. "Please Help" and this time I couldn't even hear myself. With a whole lot of resources to survive a year, Hope- a half-functioning robot, and a choice of either recalling what life was like before the disaster or making peace with the dusty fields of Mars.
By The Noteabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ultimate Guide to the Top 10 AI Websites for 2024
The Ultimate Guide to the Top 10 AI Websites for 2024 Artificial intelligence or AI is no longer a topic that has been picked up by a few scholars over the last few decades, but rather a critical tool and element being used by industries all around the globe. In the present day, entrepreneurs and individuals look for cutting-edge AI tools, datasets, and news from the best AI websites. This post offers a list of 10 AI sites, from platforms for cloud-based machine learning to research labs and new initiatives that are essential for anyone considering AI work.
By DHARMENDRA KUMAR BAIRWAabout a year ago in Fiction
YELLOW AND PURPLE PROSE
Imagine the scene: a small cottage, perched high on the cliff’s edge, weather-beaten and stoic against the backdrop of a stormy sea. The air smells of salt, with a crispness that clings to every breath. In this cottage, an older woman named Ella lives alone. Her life is shaped by routine, as constant as the waves below her windows.
By DOMINION (GREED)about a year ago in Fiction
The Door Beneath the Attic
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Clara had heard the warnings since she was a child, whispered in hushed tones as the wind howled outside. The door in her grandmother’s attic was an ancient relic, its wood darkened with age, adorned with iron hinges that seemed to breathe in the shadows.
By Yashpal Raiabout a year ago in Fiction