Psychological
The Tale of the Curious Caterpillar
Once upon a time in a lush, green forest, there lived a curious little caterpillar named Casey. Unlike the other caterpillars, who were content munching on leaves and resting on branches, Casey had a deep yearning to explore the world beyond the trees. She often gazed up at the birds soaring through the sky, the squirrels leaping from branch to branch, and the bees buzzing from flower to flower. “I wish I could see what they see,” she thought to herself.
By Vishnu Sharmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Rumination. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Though it wasn’t real, it still burned. Tommy brushed imaginary ashes from his head and shook his shirt free of embers. The moment of ephemeral liberation through grandeur escapism ended; leaving a rotting question Tommy was too terrified to answer.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Fiction
Mutiny
Captain Metzger heard of the H.M.S Bounty. He heard how a crew turned on Lieutenant Bligh in 1787, and he heard how, by all odds, when the Lieutenant was set adrift in a leaky skiff, the officer and a few followers made a three-thousand-mile voyage to the East Indies with the loss of only one life. The Lieutenant had made the most incredible voyage to the corner of civilization to save what was left of his loyal crew, and he read in the papers how Bligh was exonerated and promoted to captain. The man was practically a celebrity, and Metzger looked forward to meeting him.
By Aaron Michael Grantabout a year ago in Fiction
Osmosis. Top Story - August 2024.
THURSDAY In the vast expanse of the open sea, I drift—a solitary man with a bottle of whiskey in the lifeboat. My skin, bronzed by sun and matted by salt, now clings to my bones like parchment. My lips crack, and my mind teeters on the precipice of madness, fueled by merciless sun. A bottle of whiskey and I.
By Salomé Saffiriabout a year ago in Fiction
The Devil’s Not Here
Percy stopped praying out loud two days ago. At first, hearing the shake in his own voice as he cried out to God unsettled him deeply, his stomach a black hole in a way he never wanted to feel again. And yet, he got used to and almost longed to hear something, anything above the swish and swoosh of the water around them.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Fiction
Subject Nine
The last thing I remember was a van pulling up near the ally that I and some others called home. They opened their doors and offered out cups of hot soup and bread, along with hot drinks. Very welcomed on that cold night, but it all got fuzzy after drinking the coffee …
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The things you do when you’re alone . Content Warning.
As he sat in a park he realised just how attentive the wind was but just how distant people passing by, seemed. His frustration with his family and his girlfriend came back to him, and soon he wilted down on the bench scrolling through pictures of women.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
