Psychological
Ends With a Bang
First Time Have you ever had one of those days where everything goes wrong? I mean, from the time you first get out of bed, till the time you wake up again the next morning, everything is really, really bad. You hit your toe getting out of bed. While jumping around, you step on your glasses. You burn your breakfast. You miss your bus. You’re robbed while walking to work. You’re fired for being late. You return home only to find an eviction notice on your door. You go to bed without dinner. You left your food cooking on the stove. Your house catches fire while you sleep. Murphy’s law. Everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong. This was not one of those days.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Chaos Theory: If every tiny change from the past creates our present, then wouldn't every aspect of our present create our future, too.
Believe me or not believe me, just remember that every decision you will make now will affect the future in unimaginable ways.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Loving Day. Content Warning.
Loving Day A Celebration of Love and Legacy Cherishing Day, celebrated yearly on June twelfth, is a day of upbeat recognition and a strong image of progress. It denotes the commemoration of the milestone High Legal dispute, Adoring v. Virginia (1967), which struck down all regulations restricting interracial marriage in the US. This paper digs into the historical backdrop of Cherishing Day, the meaning of the Caring case, and the continuous battle for racial equity.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Melody
The Quiet Town of Harborside In the quaint town of Harborside, nestled between rolling hills and the shimmering sea, life moved at a gentle, predictable pace. The residents cherished their quiet routines, and the town's charm lay in its simplicity. With its cobblestone streets, vintage storefronts, and a close-knit community, Harborside was a place where everyone knew everyone, and secrets were few and far between.
By shakthi devi2 years ago in Fiction
163 Life Above 5-Foot-Four
He didn't quite know she was dying, for that meant grasping one's place in the universe. Yet, he knew there was something wrong. He could smell it in that amazing chemistry lab known as a dog's nose. He could smell it through her abdomen, through her clothes, and even apart from the other smells that gave him the news of the neighborhood.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Loop. Top Story - June 2024.
Her eyes crept slowly open, registering the brilliance of the sunlight without really processing what it meant. Rolling over, her hand crept towards the nightstand while her brain was trapped between wanting to get up and wanting to fall back asleep.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness Within
The Darkness Within In the heart of a desolate town named Haven, surrounded by ancient forests and crumbling ruins, there lived a man named Elias. To the townsfolk, Elias was a reserved and diligent watchmaker, known for his intricate craftsmanship and quiet demeanor. Yet, behind his gentle smile and soft-spoken nature, Elias harbored a darkness that was as ancient as the forests themselves.
By ayesha nadeem2 years ago in Fiction
Distractions of Anorexia
She looked down at the lettuce forlornly. Food… She didn’t understand why it was a necessary evil. She just wished so desperately that she could live off of air and not have to consume anything. The thought of being fat was the worst. She fidgeted in her seat, looking around the room. Her thumb and index finger circled her wrist. It was a habit. Everything was a series of events. Going to a party meant lots of people. People meant lots of food. The sight of food was overwhelming. She always felt worried about how food was cooked. Butter and grease and calories, it all made her uncomfortable. Food meant discomfort. The smell of food made her stomach anxious. It always seemed like people around her were constantly trying to get her to eat more. A random woman walked by and casually said, “You need a cheeseburger honey, that salad ain’t gonna cut it.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
