Psychological
It lives in my head...
"Let's play a game!... I spy something brown and smelly with two eyes and no sense of humor... Tick-tock... Do you give up? It's the piece of shit hiding from us! We know you're in here. Come out come out wherever you are and take your medicine like a bad boy should. I promise it won't hurt. Who am I kidding, I've never been a great liar. That sour taste just won't go away."
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Nice to See You, Again?
once, in my dream, I attended some kind of wonderful dance concert. square stage in the middle, seats or bleachers all around. was probably organized by a local troupe, as a fundraiser for the community or artistic cause, but I was very impressed by their talent, so figured it would be nice to spread the word. and I either ran into my sister there coincidentally in the audience, or recounted it after I went, because she used to be a dancer and still enjoys it, so I thought she would be really interested in hearing how amazing this was, perhaps invite her to go again with me sometime.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
A Perfect Conch
The sun shone technicolor and ebullient over a paradisiac landscape below. Cerulean waves lapped against white sands and littered on the shores lay the gleaming jeweled frames of thousands of seashells, all perfect and none of them broken, abraded or eroded by their vast journeys sailing the seas.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Beware of Foxes. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge. Top Story - June 2024.
Night. Moonlight. The sound of padded paws on soft, pale grass. A skulk of foxes, wagging their tails like friendly puppies, emerges from the brush. They come right up to me, as if we've met before.
By PK Colleran2 years ago in Fiction
Red Sky at Morning. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge.
Three a.m. and I’m wide awake again, staring out the window at a starless, moonless night and waiting for the sun to rise. It’s hard to tell the color against the black blanket of night and thanks to the dream that woke me, I won’t be able to sleep again until I’ve made sure the sky is still blue.
By Mary K Brackett2 years ago in Fiction
Alter Ego
He knew the man staring back at him in the mirror better than anyone else could ever know him. He was Barnabas, a leader of men, a purveyor of knowledge, a pillar of strength. If he could see these attributes, which the man in the mirror so abundantly projected, why was it no one else could? Things must change. The man in the mirror insisted on it, and that change would happen today. Infused with a newfound self-assurance, Barnabas strode confidently from his one-room hovel, ready to take on the world.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
From (way) behind the wheel. Top Story - June 2024.
Driving, ever since I was 16, or maybe even earlier, when I started talking about wanting to take driving lessons. Always driving, mostly in a hurry, often lost, sometimes with others in the car, but always driving.
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Fiction
The Hat Man
It had happened again. It was to be expected, at this point. During the civilized hours of daylight, he almost convinced himself that he was used to it. Something that simply happens every night and must be coped with, just as someone might have to cope with a limp from a car accident with a cane or someone who is lactose intolerant avoids milk.
By Sean Elliott2 years ago in Fiction
