Psychological
Mario and Anya, two smart kids
The officer instructed Fig to stay put with the other people on dry land while they took the rescue boat back into the flooded street to pick up Fig's kids and any others they could see. Fig was worried that her kids would not respond to the help since she had told them not to open the door.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
Following
Bethan Would it be a bad thing to admit that I'm excited? I feel...I don't know, like something is happening finally, after years of inertia and stagnation. I feel...invigorated, like I have a purpose again. I don't know if it's the contact with Katie or what, but I feel...closer to Laney somehow, like she's within reach.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed Reflection
I had always been fascinated by antiques, and when I came across an old, ornate mirror at a flea market, I couldn’t resist buying it. It was large, with a heavy wooden frame, intricately carved with strange symbols. The seller told me it was from the 1800s and had a history, but they refused to say more. “Some things are better left unsaid,” they muttered. I brushed off their warning, eager to add the mirror to my collection.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Fiction
Strange Places
He came. Just as I knew he would. His footfalls were barely audible on the cold, tiled floor. By the sound of it, he was taking his time as if in deep thought, with no care as to where he was wandering . I listened to his careful, methodical steps- my eyes averted, my back to him. I was ashamed. I was terrified.
By Sierra Green about a year ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Lumora
The Mysterious Map It was an ordinary afternoon in the small town of Eldridge when 14-year-old Max stumbled upon a dusty old map in his attic. The map, rolled up and hidden behind some old boxes, looked ancient. Its edges were torn, and strange symbols were scribbled all over it. At the bottom, in bold, faded letters, it read: “The Lost City of Lumora.”
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Fiction
You Don’t Have To Be Sorry For Leaving And Growing Up
Introduction Growing up often comes with major life changes - sometimes that means moving to a new city, leaving behind friendships, or even breaking away from relationships that no longer serve us. And in the process, we sometimes feel guilty. We apologize for moving forward, for making choices that are best for us, or for changing into someone new. But here's a truth we often forget: You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up. It's a natural part of life, and it's essential for personal growth.
By Muhammad Nadeemabout a year ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Perhaps it was the wind. Others say it was because we were famished. A curse? For having killed her kin. Divine retribution for those we banished. A plague sent by the Vaquarin? For a war that was unfinished.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
