Psychological
Wisteria’s End
“Jessica!” A voice called out, sounding like an echo in the distance. Jessica was lost in thought, staring out the window at the clouds of red powdered clay churned up by the storm. Her arm was stretched forward with her fingertips resting on the surface of the glass. There was zero visibility outside of the protected structure she was in, yet her eyes appeared focused on something.
By Chelas Montanye2 years ago in Fiction
A Literary Blast From the Past: Animal Farm Review/Reflection
Introduction: A University Encounter with Orwell I was first introduced to George Orwell's "Animal Farm" during my second year of university, an experience that would indelibly shape my literary tastes and deepen my love for writing and poetry. As a literature student, my syllabus was packed with canonical texts, but "Animal Farm" stood out, not merely for its narrative prowess but for the profound thematic resonances that echoed long after I turned the final page. The novel, with its deceptively simple prose and rich allegorical depth, was among the pivotal works that ignited my passion for literature and the nuanced craft of storytelling.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Frisbee and Crabs
In contrast to the hyperactive, frisbee loving German Shepherd Mynos, Mythos was the picture of reserve and calm. He was a big dog, very big. Anatolian shepherds, also known as Kangals, are one of the oldest, arguably the oldest, dog breed in the world, and are legendary for their size, strength, and power. They have the most powerful bite force of all dogs, ten times that of a pit bull, and can crush bone like candy with their powerful jaws. Curt had once seen Mythos reduce a two-foot pig femur to a powdery dust in under two minutes, so he knew that what was said about them was no hyperbole. Their size and strength served them well historically and they found uses in war, but mostly in times of peace, as livestock guardians protecting flocks of sheep on the Anatolian plains from large predatory cats and hyena. Despite their size and strength, they are the epitome of gentle giants and generally have a friendly disposition. Mythos was wonderful with other people, especially children, and had a gentleness of character that was very out of sync with his appearance. Mythos had a repertoire of facial expressions that was as expansive or more so than any human Curt knew. He had learned, or felt that he had learned, through years of close observation, to see the dogs mind, his emotions and thoughts, in real time. As they moved through his brain, they were projected onto his face like waves of water projecting on the surface of the ocean.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
your love is amazing
I met Sarah in the most unexpected way—standing in line at a coffee shop on a rainy Tuesday morning. She was fumbling with her umbrella while trying to fish out her wallet, and I couldn't help but notice her genuine smile as she apologized for the delay. We struck up a conversation about the weather, and somehow, that led to a discussion about our favorite books. Little did I know, that coffee shop encounter would change everything.
By awan sudarmanto2 years ago in Fiction
Watcher’s Prey
Livewire Bar, downtown Oaksville, 10:00 p.m. Leslie Duncan is having a drink at her favorite bar on a Wednesday night. Livewire is not exactly the craziest bar to journey to after hours, but it is certainly not the safest place to be after hours. While sipping her martini Leslie looks over and catches a man in a blue denim jacket staring at her with a vacant expression across his face. She quickly dismisses his look and goes back to viewing the mounted television above the bar.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
When pigs fly
A storm is brewing. The town prepares the fatty calf. Every year on solstice they wait for a storm. In fact, they long for it. It hadn’t rained in over a decade in Hollow Hills. Word is, if it storms on solstice when the sun is highest in the sky, they will make a deal with the gods by presenting a sacrifice at dusk in exchange for rain so they can produce a healthy harvest.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
A Boy in the new city. Content Warning.
Beginning... Eden was living his little beautiful life in his beautiful small town. He was an introvert, ambitious, and self reserved person. He had his small but beautiful life in his small town. He used to make a visit in community center every weekend to serve to local needy people, although he was an introvert to core but when he had some good accompany he'd be absolutely joyful and cheerful person. All people around him loved him and treated him well with respect. He was considered as a good example across the town.
By Ghost Writer 2 years ago in Fiction
