Psychological
The Found Journal
I have a secret. It had taken hours of sitting before Jeffrey had finally opened the pocket sized leather bound journal and flipped through it to the final page. The entry was dated, just yesterday the possession of The Secret had been confided in blue ink, though neither the identity of the possessor nor the content of The Secret itself was apparent.
By Sean Elliott2 years ago in Fiction
"THE TWISTED BARBEQUE PSYCHE'". Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. The characters are fictional. Any reference to any true character is coincidental. The question of time and space is to ask why are there people who bully others into a state inaction? Bullies are a type of personality that causes chaos at a friendly neighborhood barbeque. The gathering is congenial. People are laughing and talking. The bully walks up to the host yelling at her for burning the burgers when he had walked away from his responsibility of cooking the burgers.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Fiction
Max's Favorite Tennis Ball
In the Mind of a Tennis Ball His thick yellow fibers danced only slightly in the cold wind as it rushed past. The dirt beneath him was clinging harder, the collected grains now turning harder and forming a paste entangled in the fibers underneath him. Max’s slobber had both seemed to dry and solidify at the same time.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Fiction
Morning is for Mourning
"I dunno. Maybe, " I choked down the tears in my eyes, "maybe it would be healthy to mourn it. "I was in that well for so long," I crane my neck to the sky, arching away from the fire I've built. I'm still in so much pain. Honestly I couldn't even believe how much pain I was in, being trapped there.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Fiction
The Case of the Missing White Case
To the One Who Lost Me, I am losing power. My insides are empty. I am cold. I cannot call to you, though the trace of your DNA still lines my grooves. Gummy, grimy, dirty against the smooth white. Opaque white, like the delicate curves and sinew of your ears—the thicker cartilage where the light doesn’t shine through—not the thin, translucent flesh that bore pink, pearlescent veins to their scalloped edge like squiggled lines from a cipher to crack. Like spindly seismic cracks in sidewalks lifted by giant oak roots beneath.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
Mahn's Fall
Through wandering eyes I beheld that last light that shimmered in the pale radiance of the dead and dying. It was a lasting vessel that at once arrived to harvest the long and wonderful dead. Their travesty of Mahn no longer an issue keeping them held to the ground that their bodies, now void, were left to. I was allowed to bear witness to all that was to behold the grateful dead and see how their torment was released.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Healing Power of Coffee and Time
He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered many things as he always did in the morning. Most were the same thoughts that always rattled in his head while other random thoughts came and went. The smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen brought him out of his reprieve. He had learned to set the pot on automatic for just this reason. He debated for a second whether to ignore the call of warm black coffee.
By Kenneth Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
MAYA
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Maya. Maya was bright, talented, and full of dreams. However, she carried a heavy burden that weighed her down—a burden that no one else could see. Maya struggled with depression, feeling as though she was drowning in a sea of darkness with no way out.
By Akinyemi Bright2 years ago in Fiction
