Psychological
The Crush
“You…have to…” The Man pauses to inhale deeply and harshly before continuing, “hurry… Can’t hold…it…m-much longer!” The Woman comes to groggily, her vision blurry and her body disjointed. She slowly takes in her surroundings; it’s dark and what little she can see is coated in a fine layer of dust and particulates.
By Amanda Rice2 years ago in Fiction
Moon in the Dark
Mountainous dunes of the sea angrily crashed all around. Not a crumb of land could be seen, only the torrent of nature’s wrath cascading. In the midst of the cacophony wavered a man who was without coat and hat. His sleeves flapped at his forearms. His hair danced a terminal gallop as his face shrunk and stretched. The man gripped the bars of his small craft as if they were some salvation.
By Atrayu Sweet2 years ago in Fiction
8.2 Seconds
They say it takes 8.2 seconds for a guy to fall in love, and I’m sure that they were thinkin’ about moments like this when them guys did their researchin’ and studyin’ of the topic of love. And I was in love. I knew that this was just another jam on the highway – every damn Monday like this – but I guess the stars aligned or somethin’ and I got a glimpse of her. It was a nice way to start off’n the day.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
A minute's interlude 😵
In a fragrant garden I lay, amidst perfumed garlands and an overflowing arrayed abundance of flowery dew kissed blossoms. Blooms of all colors beckoned, importuning me to stop and inhale their lovely fragrances. Yet, how could I choose, when in all of their wonderous beauty, I longed to be lost.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Gossamer. Top Story - April 2024.
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Hail. Content Warning.
She was sat outside when the hail came. She had been thinking and drinking, letting the sun distract her. She had fixed herself a bright cocktail with an umbrella and a Maraschino cherry. The alcoholic proportions were wrong, or right, depending on how you saw it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Where Are You? . Content Warning.
I hear the screech of tires, and the screams that follow. I jump up from the desk in my home office, knocking my chair to the floor with a loud thud. I run toward the front door, with no idea what’s happening, but instinctively I panic.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
