Psychological
Breaking Benny
All of the adults at the school Bonnie Glass currently attended spoke very highly of the 4th grader. Teachers raved about her intellectual and creative abilities, and school system employees from the Principal's office through the cafeteria and janitorial staff commented regularly on her politeness and manners. Many also mentioned her maturity, and there was no doubt Bonnie was mature for her age, both in body and in mind. She had hit puberty very early, first girl in her small town to do so, at least the first that she and the school nurse Ms. Charles, who had helped her through that very scary day, knew about. Bonnie's period had come on suddenly, ironically during first period, on only her second day in the 4th grade. She was caught completely unprepared and unawares. Her parents had not even begun to broach the topic of puberty or sex, thinking they had several years still of innocence before those awkward conversations would become necessary. Bonnie herself was as naïve as every other 4th grade girl and had heard only whispers of "monthly visitors" and other mysterious happenings from some of the older girls she sometimes overhead talking amongst themselves during recess. She had made it through that day without completely breaking down only thanks to Ms. Charles and her very supportive mother. Mrs. Glass had arrived at the school within minutes of receiving a distressing call from the Principal telling her that her daughter had started bleeding during class and been sent to the Nurse's office.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Epilogue . Top Story - June 2024.
December 25th, 1943 Sunrise Clement still needed the cane his doctor prescribed to him once returning home to Canicatti. His favorite part about the walking stick, which he thought only the elderly folks needed to use, was Rosalie’s unwavering persistence in reminding him to use it every time he felt like rebelling. Which was quite often. It was a bit annoying he thought, but it was her pestering determination to keep him healthy during his recovery that continued to breathe life into his shattered body and soul.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Are we Human?
I saw myself wandering through a never ending stretch of darkness. Numerous tiny beads of sweat sprout up on my forehead and swept down my face. My fidgety heart lashed my rib-cage mercilessly. I fought to reign my acclerating breaths as I struggled to make my way out of the damp, choking darkness.
By Kabir Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Mistake
I am a 28-year-old scientist who was known to make a disaster while inventing the time machine and was on news, people were saying that I shouldn’t exist, I have smashed a bus down, I shouldn’t have thought of the time machine and many more. Hate was searching for me always. But people around me don’t even know that I created a time machine, I didn’t burn the bus, and if I didn’t exist they wouldn’t have even known about the bus.
By Kabir Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Llion the Brave Version 1. Content Warning.
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
"Lost Among Longing: A Love Story on the Edge of Time"
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled among rolling hills, there lived a girl named Eliza who was fascinated with old books. She spent her days lost in stories of adventure and romance, dreaming of a love that transcended time itself.
By Mohammad Wahyu mahendra2 years ago in Fiction
The End
Sicily Ulrich gave a torturous tug on the leash, bringing the paratrooper to his knees. Rosalie flinched forward but was held at bay by Nadine’s unwavering pistol and her father’s desperate pleads for the German assassin to stop firing. She knew Nadine would not hesitate to kill them, so she decided to remain still and stall her long enough to conceive a plan to escape the volcano’s depths alive while trapping the two German hunters in the subterranean cavern forever.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Decoding the Dreamscape: A Dive into the World of Nighttime Visions. AI-Generated.
Have you ever awoken from a dream feeling exhilarated, confused, or even terrified? We all dream, yet these nocturnal journeys remain shrouded in mystery. From soaring through the sky to encountering childhood friends in fantastical landscapes, dreams can be vivid, bizarre, or utterly mundane. But what do they mean?
By Isaac Shapi2 years ago in Fiction
I keep having a nightmare where I’m murdering someone with a rock…. Content Warning.
Sweat drips from my brow with a steady trickle. My muscles ache and tense, like boulders trying to protrude from my skin. I claw at the large rock trying to get a good grip. Its rough and uneven surface is hard to grab, but I tense my finger and painfully dig my fingernails in its rough stone, like an animal clawing at the ground trying to stay put.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Conversion. Top Story - June 2024.
It does not rain much in the Arizona desert. But when it does, the waters come hard and fast. Ancestral dry river beds scoured by flash floods bear witness to their force. A man caught between steep, rocky banks can drown on a cloudless sunny day, swept away by water racing across the desert, shed by thunderstorms rumbling beyond the horizon.
By Pitt Griffin2 years ago in Fiction
