Psychological
117 — The Day the Whispers Began
The day the whispers began was the last day of Ramadan. Many--almost two billion people--believed Gabriel was bestowing new revelations. Only those who had fasted heard, but the whispers were unintelligible, felt to be some exotic dialect, long extinct.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Wake Up Dad, Please. Content Warning.
"Wake up Dad." It was all Cathy could say. She had arrived at the hospital less than a minute ago. Beep, Beep, Beep The noise of the life support machine filled her with dread. She glared at the breathing mask over her dad's face.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Mikasa Ackerman: The Best Character of Attack on Titan
In the vast and harrowing world of Attack on Titan, one figure stands out as a beacon of unwavering determination and strength: Mikasa Ackerman. Born into the persecuted Ackerman warrior clan, Mikasa witnessed her parents’ brutal murder by human traffickers at a young age. This traumatic event shaped her resolute character and intense desire to protect the few loved ones she had left – most notably Eren Yeager after his family took her in.
By Zuleika Boekhoudt2 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
I wander into the massive, eighteen-floor mall, and look up. I can see all the way up to the ceiling of the building, through the empty core around which the walkways of each level turn. The skylight is pale grey with dust, and casts a white glow down through the tiers to the ground floor, where there are hundreds of people milling around. I stand alone, my hands buried in my pockets, a ring of space around me. I am the eye of an empty storm. I walk slowly down the length of the mall, the dark sea of people parting around me. I look up again. As the floors go higher, fewer and fewer people are leaning over the walkway railings to look down at this seething tide of humanity. I look around, my face blank and empty as I search for an elevator. The clean walls and slick tile floor look like any other mall, with bright gold storefronts, clothes in the windows, little arrangements of flowers and chocolates, and the occasional vending stand looming dimly above the heads of the crowd.
By ThatOne_Girl2 years ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (2). Content Warning.
Chapter 2: Twin Robbers I got to work and took a deep breath. I discreetly took out the spirit box and inhaled John so I could convince the chief I felt great. I walked to chief’s office and asked the chief what the assignment was for today.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Crafting Love at Serendipity's Store
In the coronary heart of a quaint town, in which the fragrance of freshly baked pastries mingled with the earthy aroma of clay, there stood a fascinating haven called Serendipity's Store. Its rustic wood sign swung lightly inside the breeze, a silent invitation to the ones in search of now not simply items however a hint of magic of their lives. At the coronary heart of this enthralling region was Sam, a grasp artisan whose professional fingers breathed lifestyles into clay, transforming it into tremendous pottery that decorated the store's cabinets. Each piece instructed a tale—of goals, passions, and the gentle dance of creativity. On a crisp autumn morning, as golden leaves carpeted the streets, Emma wandered into Serendipity's Store.
By Digital subha curious corner2 years ago in Fiction
Bloodthirst
I dreaded opening the package that had just been delivered to my door by a special courier. It was the third this week and the tenth this month alone. It was only the fourteenth of the month, too, so I just knew there was more to come or something terrible would happen soon, one way or another.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box. Content Warning.
Chapter One: Spirit Boxing I’m Detective Fred Byrne, Jr., and this is my story. I’m a detective by trade, but boxing is my true passion. I was one of the better amateur boxers at the bar down the street from the station. I boxed during fight night at The Blue Mercury bar and grill. They hosted a ‘fight night,’ every night during the week, but ‘fight week’ doesn’t sound right for marketing.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
