Psychological
De Nombreuses Perspectives
A bullet whizzes past the dancers in the party, like a hornet straight from its nest. Eventually it finds its target, hitting the groom of the wedding through his chest and straight through his heart, killing him instantaneously. The screams from the crowd and the frightened bride mingled with the panic and stampede as people rushed to get to cover.
By Jesse Leung2 years ago in Fiction
Hic Sunt Dracones
I've been dreaming of dragons for as long as I can remember. It’s difficult to say when and how it started. My mother used to say that my legs tended to jerk rapidly in my sleep when I was a baby. So maybe the beasts chased me even before I could walk? My own memories don’t explain anything either. All dreams merge into a long string of chases, desperate searches for cover, running, hot breaths almost searing my back, and then waking up screaming, covered in sweat, entangled in blankets. Sometimes on the floor next to my bed.
By Katarzyna Popiel2 years ago in Fiction
3 A.M.
Never bearing children, Cassandra took to nurturing animals. From the most common domestic companions such as dogs, cats, birds, fish and rabbits, to the more exotic likes of guinea pigs, opossums and even a seagull she had a place in her heart and home for each. An early riser, her morning routine was cleaning cages, walking dogs, feeding and refreshing water bowls and if necessary taking in injured wildlife. Everyone knew her to be the one who couldn't say no and her voicemail was full each morning with word of mouth callers asking her to take in a fledgling found wounded, an abandoned baby bunny, even chickens which had fallen off trucks headed to the slaughter house. She accepted donations of various necessities such as items to make special formulas required to meet the various animals nutritional needs. For twenty years she had been the queen bee of her own hive. She often had round the clockers, that is, wildlife so young they needed feedings every hour to hour and a half. It was an early summer night when the dreams began to grow. Grow in that they became more and more detailed, seemingly longer each night to the point she was afraid to sleep at all. Yet, inevitably she nodded off at midnight only to wake at 3 a.m. screaming, crying, jumping out of bed even running around the house and farm yard to check that all of her critters were safe.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Fiction
Animate Something
It all started on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. Ethan was slouched on his couch, aimlessly flipping through channels, trying to find something to kill the boredom. His eyes glazed over as he stumbled upon yet another rerun of "Friends." Just as he was about to doze off, his phone buzzed with a notification.
By ignatius awang braminia2 years ago in Fiction
Love, Unrequited
Clark slouched back into the velvet armchair, half-hidden in the shadowy fringe of the speak-easy. On the edge of the wide, intimately lit room, light submitted to darkness. The haze of cigar smoke blended with the expectant murmuring of the audience, further cloaking him in obscurity.
By Brannan K.2 years ago in Fiction
Something For Billy
I awake suddenly, sweat pouring down the side of my face like warm rain drops. My hands are trembling lightly, and I know at once that I have had the dream again. I sit up in my bed as my eye’s slowly adjust to the darkened room. There is a slight breeze blowing through the open window, and I am grateful for the cool wind now hitting me in the face. I can hear my grandmothers hurried footsteps coming down the hall towards my bedroom door, did I cry out in my sleep again??? Probably so.
By Wayne Coolidge2 years ago in Fiction
Staking My Territory
Dear Diary: My dreams are metastasizing. If it were just Type One and Type Two mashed together, I would sneer. So what if I'm naked? The thing that held such terror for me when I was a teen, now barely registers on my radar. Now it seems to team up with “you have to go back to high school to take that class you missed / dropped, otherwise your entire career is a lie because you don't have your diploma.” Um, have you seen the state of the world recently? Don't threaten me with a good time. Back to high school as an adult? When I can drive myself to school? Who cares if I miss the bus? So what if I'm naked when I miss the bus? You want to stare at boobies that have their own zip code? Each?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
