Psychological

The Hunter
Lying here, in silver twisted twilight’s fate. Face staring up at the sky. The world froze to my face. The pain, inescapable.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Well, well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind throws powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Fiction
Meaning and Purpose
When God revealed himself to me and confirmed that there was a purpose to each persons’ existence I was elated. All of us were put on this earth to accomplish a specific goal. To fulfill our destiny all we need do was complete this God given task in the place and time allotted for us. I had struggled for so many years with the question of meaning in my life but now had been given the ultimate gift, the knowledge that life is not just some random series of chaotic events unfolding around us in space and time over which we have no control. Rather, our fate was predetermined by God. We would spend all of our days constantly striving to complete the objective God had planned for us from the moment of our birth. Nothing was meaningless. Each day we moved closer to fulfilling our true purpose.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Forever and Always
Disgust was an emotion I had often felt being with that animal that was David. David is a man that was not meant to be married. Yet, here I was, existing…not on his finger, as usual. He would pop me back on and stroll into his home, telling his bride he was working late. I would have hoped for a more original excuse. However, one can only expect so much from a man who thought he could constantly take me off and put me back on as if wearing it was enough. I loathed that from him. Darcy was kind and loyal. She always doted on David, and he didn’t even realize what he had. This time was different; as I watched David zip up his pants, he did something out of order. He was walking to his car while I waited for him on the bedside table. I watched him, sure he would come back at any moment. As I watched him pull out of the driveway, I had this sinking feeling I wouldn’t see Darcy again.
By Jazzy 2 years ago in Fiction
Three Fins | Pt. 3
Chief Riley was imprisoned inside of the Oak Bluffs Police Department, juggling relentless phone calls from frantic vacationers, as well as a long line of pissed off locals who crammed their sweaty bodies into the small station. Her sergeant was on crowd control, while her deputy, and clerk, handled the other two phones. Her husband Hayden, the general manager of Nancy's Restaurant, left work early to help his wife regain control of the island. Being the great husband that he was, he stopped at Back Door donuts before going to the station for coffee and his wife’s all-time favorite treats. Cinnamon rolls and apple fritters.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Surrender the Witches
Being out in the garden always carried a bit of magic with it. Brushing back the rosemary for the sweet smell of it. The calming aroma of lavender and anise made the world take on soft purple hues that swirled into each other like a twilight sunset. Walking through the garden was stepping into an Autumn corn maze, head high and miles deep. But it wasn’t miles. It was footsteps. The same footsteps Mom used to take to pluck her posies and parsnips.
By C.C. Moyer-Gardner2 years ago in Fiction
One Line Says It All (All the World's a Stage)
January 21 being "National One-Liners Day" amused him, because the one-liner was a unique construct. He recognized it shared something with poetry, packing into so few words entire treatises — entire expositions. It wasn't some aphorism with just a beginning, middle, and end. One-liners are deceptive in that they're not really linear. Pithy wisdom is a tessaract in the human mind.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Choices
Mable Snider hated these Tuesday morning managers meetings. She ran her hand through her salt and pepper hair and thought, "every job has its drawbacks". The new guy, Tom Stalky, was delivering his first weekly report with enthusiasm and bravado. She was sure it would wear off. Mable would be second to the last to give her weekly accounting of complaints, goals meet, expectations based on future trends, etc. Insurance was so predictable. Like Charlie Brown's teacher "wa, wa, wa, wa, ..." The reports droned on until the word 'Janet blasted her to attention. Janet had been discussed before but now it was suggested the she be moved to Mable's department.
By Juanita Pearce2 years ago in Fiction
Reunion
It’s Marty Pruitt’s ten year high school reunion. Well, not exactly hers. It’s Kearny High’s Class of 2005 high school reunion and everyone, even people who graduated in 2004 and 2006, are coming. At least according to the social media breakdown. All the invites have been digitally accepted, even Marty’s.
By C.C. Moyer-Gardner2 years ago in Fiction
Destroy HER. Content Warning.
Life can surprise us in so many ways. For one moment you are happy and in another, desperate. Emma feels scared when she is in a good mood, she feels like something bad is going to happen soon.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction
Three Days To See
Sometimes, I have thought that it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with gentleness, vigour, and a keenness of appreciation which is often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of "eat, drink, and be merry" but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
By Wizard2 years ago in Fiction
Inner Canvas. Content Warning.
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there lived a young man named Sam. He was like any other person, facing the daily struggles and challenges that life threw at him. Sam had a regular job, a modest apartment, and a circle of friends. However, there was something unique about him - he had a profound understanding of the power that lay within.
By Sadia Batool Pansota2 years ago in Fiction