Psychological
What If World War lll Starts In 2024?
Our planet teeters on the brink of an unprecedented catastrophe: World War III, but this time, fought not just on Earth but in the vast expanse of space. The potential for such a conflict is chilling, with implications far beyond anything humanity has faced before.
By donte powell2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Dark
Bed was never my friend, and slept my ever-wanted muse. I lay down, my body exhausted, yet my mind was not in a good place. Here I am tonight with my eyes drooping, and I know what is coming: the lack of meaningful rest. It was not always like this, and sleep was great until this nightmare started. The nightmare never ended, and I only wanted to cool my mind. My comfy pillow and sturdy mattress have not helped me through this time. I could only figure out what the dream was trying to tell me, but to no avail; I could have that answer. Every night is the same terror; the figure watches with a searing presence. It could never be lost in the chase.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
Could We Survive The Astroid That Wipe Out The Dinosaurs?
Imagine a world 66 million years ago, in the late Cretaceous Period, a time when Earth was teeming with dinosaurs. Massive creatures like the T-Rex and the Alamosaurus roamed the landscape, casting shadows over ancient landscapes in what is now modern-day Texas. These were the apex predators of their time, ruling over a world rich in biodiversity, where each species played a crucial role in the delicate balance of nature.
By donte powell2 years ago in Fiction
I’m Not Happy (I’m Lost). Content Warning.
Elliot is nothing but a dead woman, each and every night. Whenever her eyes fall shut, what appears in front of her is her own crumpled, lifeless body, abused and broken before her eyes. All she sees is the red stain of her own blood on the floor, the stench of it unbearably potent. There is always so much of it that it has soaked through the beige carpet, staining the frilly collar and the midsection of her ripped white dress, pooling under her head and drying in her hair, smeared across the sharp juts of her exposed hips and thighs.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
Paralysis. Top Story - June 2024.
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynn2 years ago in Fiction
𝚅𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚂𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 !
It’s not like greatness catches me ( unawares,) at 3:00 a.m and matches itself to the gift of ease. To me, over the years, 3:00 a.m has become a time of wonderment, where things in mind, run up against each other, and generate something like a dream. But in general, it’s the time of drawing out rather than putting in factual information. Whatever comes out of this —big release, it’s like a mind over matter appease. Though, nothing is short of any real happening as things get projected or even more so —get transformed over this viva la siesta’s screen. But at times, I do, genially fumble, at what-so-ever the mind generates quite unexpectedly. Strange enough, not all that comes out of nowhere, can be conceded as true. To such we attribute a “make belief.” Yes, mind has a unique way of making trial gallops, time and again, swinging into senses, to take on such back lashes of —this or that sensorium medleys. Incognito cogito or whatever we think it is. Grown to a seat beheld or something of that order makes it’s staged entry, as though, it is as it is —a true verdict.
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction
Weep Ye Not
‘I need to tell you something, sweetie.’ Granny’s voice sounds unusually serious. I look up from where I’m sitting on the floor surrounded by my favourite dolls. She remains settled in her chair, hands folded on her lap, the motionless bulk of her body like a statue against the light coming through the window behind her. What is it that she wants to tell me?
By Katarzyna Popiel2 years ago in Fiction
Finale Fortissimo
“You’re obsessed,” Judy said. “I’m not.” But Paul’s voice sounded hollow. The small talk of the past hour had finally ended, and he was thankful more than upset. He’d sensed Judy was irritated about something, and it was a relief to have her finally spit it out.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
Is Revival Always Good?
Hampson was a quaint village in the heart of eastern Maine, far from the hustle and bustle of economic activity and tourism that created enthusiasm for residents. "You can't get there from here" is a popular phrase among Mainers everywhere, but it was especially true of Hampson. It didn't seem to be connected to anything. However, it was just large enough to have an elementary and middle school, and whatever social activities could be found in the town happened there.
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Fiction
Breathe Easy When the Heat's On" grabs attention with its positive tone and relevance to hot weather.. AI-Generated.
Beating the Heat: How Your Body Manages Oxygen in Hot and Humid Conditions The scorching summer sun can leave you feeling breathless, especially with high humidity in the air. This is more than just discomfort – it's your body's intricate system for delivering oxygen facing a unique challenge. This article explores how your body navigates oxygen transport in hot and humid environments, and provides tips for staying cool and breathing easy during the hottest days.
By suren arju2 years ago in Fiction
