Psychological
My Other Half
Jeff and Angela had been married for forty years when the inevitable happened. Being two years older than his wife, Jeff always thought he would be the first to die, so he was in utter disbelief when a heart attack suddenly ripped Angie from him. He had no children or siblings to help him share the grief, just some well-meaning close friends. The burden of making funeral arrangements landed squarely on Jeff’s shoulders, which was a blessing in disguise. He was so busy picking out a burial plot, coffin, and venue to hold a service that there was very little time to allow his grief to consume him.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Storm Valley
Just a walk. A few steps here and a few steps there. Trying to get from point A to point B. There is always a destination for travelers; Pioneers, Son. We are pioneers and we are the unsettled. We are the children who cannot sit still, and are labeled a disease. Many fights are in your future son.
By Zak ONeill2 years ago in Fiction
The Many Sins of Cayce Casino
Cayce Casino opens his journal to yesterday's date only to discover that he had accidentally taken Tylenol not long after drinking some refrigerated red wine. This never happened to him before; he was sure of it. But why was he becoming so forgetful all of a sudden? What was happening to him?
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Lap. Content Warning.
Gabe reached for the bottle of whisky shaking and batting away a small army of flies. A cold clammy sweat coated him. He smelled of urine and feces. He took a long chug then swapped the bottle for the headset on the coffee table in front of him.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Grain of Elyria
In the vast expanse of the Elyrian Desert, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there existed a peculiar grain of sand. This was no ordinary grain, for it held the secrets of the ancient world within its infinitesimal structure. The grain, known as Zephyr, was said to possess the essence of the desert itself – its whispers carried the stories of forgotten civilizations, its texture reflected the shifting sands and its core pulsed with the rhythm of the desert's heartbeat.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Sands of Eternity
In the heart of the Sahara Desert, where the dunes stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a nomadic tribe unlike any other. These were the Guardians of the Sands, a people whose very existence was intertwined with the desert's secrets, its whispers carried on the relentless winds.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Melody
In a world where time seemed to stand still, a small village nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains remained untouched by the relentless march of modernity. Here, among the ancient oaks and the whispers of the wind, lived Caleb Woodson, a man whose soul was as deeply rooted in the land as the towering pines that surrounded him.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Storyteller's Journey
In a secluded valley, nestled between towering peaks, a tiny village thrived amidst a tapestry of wildflowers and meandering streams. Here, a young woman named Ayla found solace in the embrace of nature, her bare feet dancing upon the soft earth as if in a sacred ritual.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
love between the pages
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Lily. She had always been captivated by the magic of books, finding solace and adventure within their pages. Her love for reading was her escape from the mundane realities of everyday life.
By BOTZ GAMING2 years ago in Fiction
A Million Stars in the Night Sky
Deep in the heart of the dense Vermont woods, there lived a young girl named Elara. Her hair was dark like midnight, and her eyes were the color of the autumn leaves that blanketed the forest floor. Elara had grown up in a cabin with her grandmother, learning about the forest and its hidden secrets. The woods were their world, full of ancient trees, whispering winds, and the songs of night creatures. But what Elara loved most was the night sky.
By BOTZ GAMING2 years ago in Fiction
