Psychological
Monster In the Closet. Content Warning.
There was a door. It sat at the end of a scuffed-up, rarely-used corridor where the spiders lingered on the walls. The air held a tang to it that smelled like defeat and blood. It was uncomfortably familiar. The musty smell seeping from beneath the door was a friend. The door was not. It was old, splintered, and thick enough to hide any amount of screaming.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
THE REFLECTION'S REVENGE. AI-Generated.
THE REPLECTION’S REVENGE........ Emma thought she had finally found peace after defeating the darkness. But as she walked away from Ravenswood Manor, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was watching her. And then, she saw it - her own reflection, but with eyes black as coal and a twisted smile.
By shola success2 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOT OF BITTERNESS. Content Warning.
Start At the peak of a winter in the hearts of Ottawa in 1912, there once lived a king that reigned in mastery, was a great warrior, lover of women which birthed him to have 2 wives and 16 concubines, and has one of the wisest man at that time by his side as his personal Adviser whose name was Henry.
By Goodie_ola 2 years ago in Fiction
The Role of Psychotherapy in Escaping the Psychological Prison
Synopsis: In a world where the mind can be both a sanctuary and a cell, the concept of psychological imprisonment becomes profoundly relevant. This article delves into the transformative power of psychotherapy, exploring its myriad benefits and the various forms that can effectively aid in escaping this mental incarceration. Through a blend of compelling narrative and insightful analysis, we unravel the path to mental freedom. By highlighting one individual's journey from despair to hope, we aim to shed light on how therapy can be a beacon for those trapped in their own minds. Understanding the profound impact of mental health care is crucial in breaking down the stigmas and barriers that often prevent individuals from seeking the help they desperately need.
By Rafael Fiuza2 years ago in Fiction
2026 The War of the Americas. Top Story - August 2024.
Author's preface: The earlier parts of the story can be found at the links. Part I, II, III, IV, V, VI Sylvia sat quietly in the very back row of the heavily armored prisoner transport bus with her head down and her hands ziptied behind her back. Four Mexican soldiers armed with FX-05 Xiuhcoatl rifles patrolled the aisle of the bus which currently was home to Sylvia and at least fifty other American POWs. All had been recently arrested after they were declared enemy combatants following the United States bombing of several targets along the US Mexican border including the city of Tijuana and the (formerly) busiest land border crossing in the world at San Ysidro. That crossing had been reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble by US cruise missiles launched from just offshore, killing hundreds, including at least 150 US customs and border patrol agents who had not been prewarned about the surprise attack. Sylvia was well acquainted with firearms and had great respect for the FX-05 assault rifle which was designed and built by the Dirección General de Industria Militar del Ejército (General Directorate of Military Industry of the Army) through the Fabricas Militares (Military Factory). The name translated roughly as "Fire Serpent", or literally "Turquoise-Serpent" in classical Nahuatl, a language with which Sylvia was only passingly familiar, unlike the six other languages she spoke fluently which included Latin, Ancient Greek, and Middle Egyptian along with Spanish, English, Italian, and German. The fact that she was fluent in Spanish or any other language was something she kept secret from the Mexicans and everyone else. The more they saw her as just another ignorant American the better. Her knowledge of Spanish had allowed her to learn a few things the guards had spoken amongst themselves thinking no one would understand. Importantly, she had heard that the war against Mexico was not at all popular in the United States. Donald Trump had gravely miscalculated the appetite of the average American for bloodshed, especially when it was American's blood that was being shed. The families of the CBP agents killed in the bombing of San Ysidro border crossing had rallied a huge number of Americans to their sides in protest and marched on Washington en masse. Thousands or even tens of thousands of Americans had been arrested and imprisoned in makeshift prison camps scattered around the Washington DC area. She and the other prisoners had been constantly on the move for almost a week. Changing from bus to bus as they slowly made there way to wherever it was they were going. She had learned that they were still in the Mexican border state of Baja, California and were heading to a newly erected prison camp somewhere just south of Mexicali. She had feared they would be flown to the mainland and imprisoned there, but at least for now that did not seem to be the plan. Sylvia was very afraid of what she might find when they finally did reach their destination. She had only been interrogated perfunctorily when initially arrested, a fact she was puzzled by, but knew a much more serious interrogation lay in wait for her. She had been rehearsing her cover story and was prepared for anything they might throw at her. The fact that she had been rehearsing and preparing a similar cover story to use with her own husband had she not decided to tell him about her new job with the CIA made the process much easier. The CIA had also helped her considerably in this regard by making sure she had rock solid alibis in place for each and every place she would claim to have been, and every thing she would claim to have done and been doing over the past almost two years of living in Mexico and working in the United States.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
The Cancel Culture Conundrum: A Twisted Take on Morality
Introduction: The Dawn of Cancel Culture In the age of digital outrage, where the clatter of keyboard warriors fills the virtual airwaves, cancel culture has emerged as an all-encompassing force. At its heart, this phenomenon promises retribution for perceived moral failings, from minor slip-ups to significant transgressions. Yet, as it sweeps through the public sphere, one cannot help but ponder: are we witnessing a genuine moral crusade or merely a contemporary inversion of values? Join me on a journey through this cultural landscape where righteousness and retribution collide with startling consequences. This exploration seeks to unravel the complexities of this modern moral movement and its impact on our understanding of justice.
By Rafael Fiuza2 years ago in Fiction
The Early Battle for Sentient Earth
He left his cave and headed outside. Something had woken him. His fire was still burning so he knew it was some time before the warmth would arrive from the fire ball. He also knew that it was not the approach of the furred ones with the claws and long teeth that sometimes threatened him or he sometimes threatened too. While his fire burned, he was safe.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
