Psychological
unlocking the door
In a village, there lived a teenage boy named Mada. Mada was intelligent and talented, but he was also very closed-minded and rarely showed his emotions to anyone. After realizing that his father had left and never contacted him again, Mada became more isolated and found it difficult to connect with other people.
By Mahmud Anhari2 years ago in Fiction
Love Conqueror Mental Disorder
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where the skyscrapers kissed the clouds and the streets hummed with life, there lived a young woman named Lily. Now, Lily was not your average girl-next-door. She had a spark in her eyes that could light up even the darkest corners of the world. But there was something else about Lily – she battled with anxiety every single day.
By Muhammad Ilham2 years ago in Fiction
City of Fallen Angels
I'm in a bar. It smells of wine, cheap sex, perfume and mold. A woman sits beside me. She's at that tender age when when she starts to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never truly loved. When the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last urgent choice between maternal and feminine love. 35, her best years fleeting behind her. At such a time the magic needle compass of the will hovers between final resignation, and the hope of an erotic experience.
By Clerone Benting2 years ago in Fiction
The Whisper Within: A Thirteen-Year-Old's Descent into Darkness
Maya had always known her grandmother, Elara, to be a bit eccentric, but the urgency in her voice during their last phone call was different—frightening even. Grandmother Elara spoke of a spreading darkness and urgently needed Maya’s help. At just thirteen, on the brink of summer vacation, Maya should have been far from concerns like these, yet here she was, miles from civilization, her phone dead in her pocket, following the cryptic instructions left by her grandmother to reach the old family home.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 years ago in Fiction
Emperor's Empiric Expansion Exposes Entities
"Randy! Heads up!" The radio blared. "No problem, Chester! Accelerating past eighty, now! No way this freak's getting past me!" Checking his mirrors, the suspect moved effortlessly into his blind spot, paced Randy for a bit, then peeled away. Jaw slack, eyes wide, foot easing off the gas, Randy pulled over. "HE JUST WALKED MY 800 HORSEPOWER CHARGER LIKE I WAS STANDING STILL! WHAT THE HELL!"
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
" A Women's Devotional Journey to Success"
On the shore of her homeland, she stood, A woman of color, strong and proud, Bound by chains, yet unyielding in her spirit, Her heart heavy with the weight of loss.Taken from her African coast, torn from her kin, Bound for a land unknown, where her fate was sealed, Captured by greed, shackled by cruelty, Her soul cried out for freedom, for justice, for home.But fate had other plans, as a tempest rose, A hurricane of fury, of chaos, of despair, Waves crashed, thunder roared, winds howled, And amidst the turmoil, she was cast adrift.Alone she faced the wrath of nature's fury, A survivor of the storm, yet broken in spirit, Her journey far from over, her trials far from done, As she sailed towards a new life in the Americas South.In the darkness of night, under the Southern stars, She whispered her prayers to the ancestors above, Guidance, strength, and courage she sought, To face the challenges that lay ahead.For she was a woman of color, resilient and brave, Her spirit unbroken, her will unbowed, And though the chains may bind her body, Her soul remained free, forever untamed.
By Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia Renee 2 years ago in Fiction
Dark Fae. Content Warning.
Legends abound about me, passed down through the centuries. Some say I come for your soul to eat; others say I come for your children and leave changelings in their places. Most don’t believe in me, but a few still do. Those few cross themselves at every strange coincidence, praying I’ll pass their house and loved ones by.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Saving JoJo. Content Warning.
On my balcony, under an umbrella, my toes were getting a touch of sun as I finished the chapter in the novel I was reading. Swapping the book for iced tea, I wiped the bottom of the glass on the beach towel I was sitting on so the cold droplets would not sweat icy drips on my bare legs. It was almost time for Danny to pick me up for dinner.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Fairy Tale Pumpkin
This weekend I was at the Dallas Arboretum; for those unfamiliar with the place, it’s a huge, beautiful garden next to an equally gorgeous lake where tons of flowers, trees and shrubs are displayed. Currently, there’s also a breathtaking collection of “chihuly” – sculptural glass works in all shapes and colors. However, the one thing that made the most impression on me was a… pumpkin!
By Kamrun Nahar2 years ago in Fiction
