Psychological
Chasm in Our Midst
He gingerly and affectionately laid his head down on her lap. She looked down at him. “You need to clean your ears out and your scalp looks inflamed.” He winced and sat back up, not responding with any words. She was critical in every way thinkable, even when he pretended she wasn’t. He liked to pretend like he was this perfect man that could do everything right. He liked to pretend that he was ripped from head to toe, that he always smelled amazing, that he always had a witty response, that he was athletic, stoic but sensitive, outgoing but reserved too, kind but definitely not a pushover, outdoorsy but also quick to do as many house chores as possible too. Cleaning the cat litter up from the laundry room was especially important. Although, he couldn’t do too many house chores some days because that would make her feel guilty, or like she wasn’t needed. He tried to do, and be, everything that would be just right.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
WHEN THE SUN STAND STILL
In the quaint town of Willowdale, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, the summer solstice was once a revered occasion. The townsfolk would gather at the old oak tree, adorned with flowers and ribbons, to perform the ancient ritual of the Sun's Embrace. As the sun reached its zenith, they would join hands, sing, and dance to honor the longest day of the year.
By Jophiel williamson2 years ago in Fiction
How to Seduce a Girl
Step-by-step instructions to construct a veritable association with a young lady Understanding how to fabricate a veritable association with somebody you're keen on is a vital piece of fostering a significant relationship. Rather than zeroing in on "enticement," which can suggest control or deception, it's smarter to focus on making a certifiable bond in view of common regard and genuine connection. This is an aide en route to moving toward this in a deferential and powerful way.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
Llion the Brave Version 2. Top Story - June 2024.
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Empty Prison
The birds chirped. The sun shone. The wind blew. Even the frogs made the weird little ribbit sounds they made. Jeremy thought he could see an alligator walking between the trees in the woods, so that made him increasingly impatient about getting inside the facility. He already spent like a solid 20 minutes waiting in his car for the gate to open, and not only did nobody accept his calls, there wasn’t even a person in the guard booth for him to talk to. He was seriously contemplating just going inside that booth and opening the damn thing himself. Jeremy Nealson was a fairly busy detective with a lot going on right now. Okay, he didn’t really have anything going on, and this was the only case that the office had available, but there were definitely better ways of spending his time than just pointlessly waiting on others.
By Arsen Ter-Avakian2 years ago in Fiction
