Psychological
Mindless; Chapter 15
When I wake up, I'm lying on Eren. One of his arms is wrapped around me. I scan my surroundings with my eyes without moving. The rising sun paints the sky in pale reds and oranges. It's peaceful and quiet. I let my eyes slip shut once more, wanting to fully enjoy the quiet.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Lucy's Crazy Day Off
Lucy reviewed her to-do list in her head. Inside the house, she had to do the dishes, do the laundry, make her bed, etc. Outside the house, she needed to get groceries and drop off a package. Her at-home chores took little time to accomplish. Lucy lived alone and was a pretty clean person. Checking that she had everything she needed, including her shopping list, she picked up the package and exited the car. Lucy entered, placed the package and purse into the passenger seat, and started the engine. Three dings, and she looked down at the dash, sighing. The sensors in the tires said her rear left tire was low.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Immerwald. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
Standing so still that one might think it was a tree, the Voice of the Immerwald glared at the Ambassador. The glare was felt, not seen. Its eyeless wooden mask betraying nothing, but it tore into anyone on whom the gaze turned. Like a spile driven into their souls, drawing out fear and guilt that pooled on the floor around their feet.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
The Conspiracy Brains Here's How Theorists Differ From One Another
You don't have to search far in our hyperconnected society to find someone promoting conspiracy theories, from the classic Flat Earth movement to QAnon "truthers" and anti-vaccine fanatics. Friends and relatives are frequently shocked when someone slips into the dark world of conspiracies. After all, how can a once sensible person become convinced that dinosaurs don't exist? Psychology, though, may have a solution.
By Francis Dami2 years ago in Fiction
Fear. Content Warning.
Pierce Starlight was fourteen years old when he decided he was going to take his father down. He can recall the entire experience as clear as day. He still remembers the way the bastard had come to his room and leaned on the doorframe, telling him if Pierce wants any food for the rest of the night it’s now or never, because he’s working on a new book and the kitchen is the quietest place for him to do his writing, and—of course—he absolutely won’t be disturbed.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
Rocca di Cerere
Sicily | 1943 The three hour bike ride from Caltanissetta passed faster than they expected. The road to Enna was quiet, save for two local farmers transporting wheat, an elderly man on rickety bicycle hauling olives, and Garret’s need to transform a tree into a urinal. Garret found it odd that they failed to encounter any military convoys - allied or enemy - but he chose to rejoice at the small win. Clearly the enemy was on a full retreat, and his fellow brothers and sisters in arms were the cause.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Hell
The base of the huge grandfather clock stood stark and ominous against the night sky as a supermoon glowed eerily beyond the horizon. Tonight, my mind played tricks, for my reality had seemingly begun to lapse into the absurd. In my confused and disoriented state, the moon appeared sinister, brooding and terrifying as her light shone a fearsome orange glow upon the dreary night.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
