Psychological
The Loudening. Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge.
"Lorraine, there really is no reason for you to sit here every day." Miranda, Lolly's nurse, has been in the room all of two minutes and already, in that brief time, she has tucked the bed sheets into tight corners, plumped up the feather pillows with the vigour of a person trying to resuscitate the duck whose down filled them, admonished me, and dragged open the window's heavy green brocade curtains as though channelling the spirit of a matador about to grab a bull by its horns.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
Investigating the Idea of Truth Through Socratic Request. Content Warning.
In the chronicles of philosophical request, barely any figures stand as conspicuously as Socrates, whose lessons keep on resounding through the halls of time. Among his many interesting exchanges, one specific episode, frequently alluded to as the "Socratic Apple Examination," offers significant bits of knowledge into the slippery idea of truth and the elements of human discernment.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
The True Measure of Happiness: Beyond Wealth and Beauty. Content Warning.
One thing I've understood is that a portion of the world's top attractive men are either separated or single. For example, Hrithik Roshan, who is many times thought about quite possibly of the most attractive man, is separated. Salman Khan, the fourth most attractive man, has never hitched. Robert Pattinson, the second most attractive man, couldn't settle down after a deplorability. In Bangladesh, our most attractive and famous entertainer, Tahsan, is likewise separated; Mithila left him. Salman Shah, an exceptionally well known film star, was despondent notwithstanding his notoriety, and after his self destruction, four ladies likewise ended it all.
By MD.KAMRUL HOSEN2 years ago in Fiction
Lingering Dread
The first time I had the dream, I was truly exhausted. I remember that it had taken me quite a bit of effort for me to finish the dishes and wipe down the sink and counters. I don’t like to go to bed with tasks unfinished. It makes me feel anxious. Otherwise, I would have dropped the sponge into the water and crawled into the bed without even changing into my nightgown. I was that tired. Instead, I had pushed through my tasks even though I was dead on my feet, as the saying goes.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Fiction
Past, Present, and ?
I should have asked Lora sooner. A week and a half of the same nightmare, waking up in sweat, the rest at night I needed ruined, the day spent dragging my knuckles through work like an unproductive Zombie. Lora and I had been friends since Grade 3. Twenty years of solid friendship. If I couldn't trust her then who? She was on a new-age religious path, one that emphasized dreams, and she was the smartest girl in school. So why had I waited?
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Fiction
The Clock . Top Story - June 2024.
I'm standing in an ornate room, unable to account for how I got here. My gaze is fixed on the chiming grandfather clock in the corner. “Bong, bong, bong.” All at once I become aware of three things; I know this house, I’ve got to find the box, and time is slipping.
By Meagan Dion2 years ago in Fiction
Author of Visions. Content Warning.
Redness made up the river Seine. On the waves read the name in bright white Impact typeface, PARIS. A woman talked on the phone, walking along the water. She spoke with hushed tones all the while. Her face could be cupped and held with tenderness.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
