Psychological
Back Breath
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The stale smell of the barbecue grill stays with me as I drive home. There are a few pieces of chicken left on my jolly green apron and some dried up crusty barbecue sauce. Molecules of fun memories stick to my nose from that smoky Irish pub restaurant my friends and I work at. We had a long night at work busing tables, chatting with friends and keeping up the fast pace.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
1/100,000th of a Year
Sixty seconds is a bit more than 1/100,000th of a year. Assuming an average heart rate of 80 beats per minute, and assuming life expectancy is 78, you live — according to how many heartbeats you'll have — about a millionth of your life during that minute.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
"Into the Upside Down: Unraveling the Mystery of 'Stranger Things' Fan Theories"
Exploring the mysterious universe of "Stranger Things," where the boundary between real life and the supernatural fades, fan theories have blossomed into a realm of creativity and conjecture. From subtle hidden references to mysterious hints, audience members have meticulously analyzed each moment of the show, constructing their own interpretations and insights. Join us as we venture into the captivating domain of "Stranger Things" fan theories, where the mundane intersects with the extraordinary and nothing is quite what it appears to be.
By DeShay Murph2 years ago in Fiction
Sixty for Sixty . Content Warning.
The stage lights spear my eyes as the platform rises. The sea of faces cheer, jeer, heckle, and chant. Across the way, I hear the whir and groaning gears of the opposite platform like some rising beast. Then I see him. The disheveled man across from me has a bleak emptiness in his eyes.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Drowning your regrets won't heal you
This is an excerpt from my novel, Moonchildren. You can read more here. _________________ Everyone wants to feel like they mean something. Even if you believe that humans are all born for no reason, and that life has no meaning, nobody wants to spend their entire lives alone. Some insist they prefer isolation, that other people are too much effort and time. Some insist it’s safer or more comfortable to be alone. Maybe this is true. Even if someone spends their entire life in solitude, they deserve to feel like their existence means something.
By Antiquity Anecdotes2 years ago in Fiction
Relative Waste of Time
"Time is relative; its only worth depends upon what we do as it is passing." - Albert Einstein. Every second that passes, is another second that could have been spent doing something worthwhile. Another moment where I could have used this beautiful body and mind of mine to do something that mattered. Instead, I'm sat here, letting the seconds tick by as the clock reminds me of my mortality.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Adoring the Darkness
The bioluminescent moss lining the alley walls pulsed with a soft green glow, casting playful shadows that danced across Halina's face. She weaved through Lala's labyrinthine passageways with an ease born of countless childhood explorations. These forgotten corners, tucked away from the main arteries of the city, were her own private domain, a world of secrets whispered by the wind and stories etched into the ancient stones. But tonight, a new purpose fueled her steps. The usual spark of curiosity in her eyes was tinged with a desperate urgency. Months of whispered suspicions and stolen glances at the luminous insignia adorning the city elders' cloaks had coalesced into a burning certainty. Those cryptic symbols, radiating an otherworldly light unlike anything found in Lala's perpetual twilight, held a secret. A secret about the forbidden sun, a celestial entity shrouded in myth and shrouded from sight by the towering obsidian wall that encircled their entire city.
By broken heart2 years ago in Fiction
A Mental Minute
In the echoing silence of the downtown library, I stood between aisles of books, arranging the spines that told tales far less bizarre than what I was about to encounter. As the clock above the entrance ticked towards closing time, a man burst through the double doors, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
By VNessa Erlene2 years ago in Fiction
The Final Minute
As the countdown reached its final minute, Sarah's heart thundered against her ribcage. The bright red numbers on the bomb's digital display taunted her, ticking away precious seconds. Sweat dripped down her forehead, stinging her eyes as she desperately tried to focus on the task at hand. She was the only hope for everyone inside the building.
By Faceless Lim2 years ago in Fiction
