Psychological
Python to dream These days
a creepy story spreads on the highway site. Liu said that when the new district was being built in Linxian, a worker operating the excavator had a strange dream one night. In the dream, an old man told him to stop work the next day, and then to help move to continue to work.
By qiang wang2 years ago in Fiction
A Mountain View. Content Warning.
"Why have you brought me here?" Julia stood in front of the window and looked at the amazing view. The mountains were just breaking the early morning haze and their outlines were hesitating to show themselves but gradually, in the warmth from the sun, they were revealed. Snow striped the steep sides and the lake's milky green contrasted with the slopes' solid greyness.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Urning a Living
He had a treasure box where he kept everything he'd lost. He resisted reappraising them because it was the past. Rummaging through it would be like trying to translate Homer into Tarot, neither medium in his wheelhouse. How could things from his past be translated with the language of things to come? Things in his past were written in a dead language; things in his future still hid in probability clouds, awaiting sublimation.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Day. Content Warning.
As she rounded the corner, she was met with a face that was just like hers. But Amy could sense that this woman's spirit was different. There was a cautious wariness to her, like she'd been wounded again and again and not all of the scars were sealed or healed. With every movement, she looked cowed.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
I'm Leaving Tomorrow
Sook-Jo gazed at the woman in the mirror. She had no idea who she was. Who was this lady with ribs sticking out of her dress and a wedding ring that dangled off her finger? Her husband was a stranger — not the man she fell in love with. Sook-Jo had already lost a friend, how could she lose her soulmate too?
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
Psychologist
Many people ask me what that is. I say dreams are really mysterious; many believe that in dreams we enter another world, but who can be sure that we're not living in a huge dream? Incomparable, I am a writer, and the story happened a few years ago. Quite coincidentally, it all started with a dream. That summer, I had a dream where I came to a beautiful small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
By qiang wang2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love: Unveiling the Secrets of a Happy Marriage
Some time ago, in a curious little town settled between moving slopes and lavish woodlands, carried on with a couple named Emily and James. They were the embodiment of a blissful marriage, their affection transmitting like a reference point of light to all who knew them. Be that as it may, their excursion to conjugal euphoria wasn't generally going great; it was loaded up with preliminaries, hardships, and, above all, insider facts.
By Ranjith Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
The Soul Sketcher's Portrait
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of daily life, there existed a quaint little art studio tucked away in an alley. The studio was known only to a few, but those who stumbled upon it were drawn by an inexplicable force, as if their souls were guided there by destiny itself.
By BHUVANESHWARAN2 years ago in Fiction
