Psychological
Blending In . Content Warning.
Canicatti |July 10th, 1943 | 10:36A.M Ulrich didn’t mind the pleated dress, and matching red blouse. Mostly because the outfit accentuated her bosom, and ass. As he stared Nadine down from behind, Ulrich fought with the uncomfortable tendrils of his wool sweater that had fresh blood stains on the cuffs. It was ruining his inappropriate moment.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Double World
In a bygone era, the Southern nation rejoices in the coronation of its new king, marked by celebrations and gifts from the North. The euphoria is short-lived as the seemingly benevolent gestures turn out to be a trap, with the gift bearers revealed as disguised assassins. The royal guards thwart their assassination attempt, exposing a nefarious plot. Commander Guan urges the king to respond swiftly by hosting a tournament to select a general and counter the impending war.
By Kwandokuhle Ndethi2 years ago in Fiction
Medusa | Part Two. Content Warning.
“That’s enough fun. Stand him up.” The three soldiers immediately ceased laughing. The fat soldier, with the help of scarface, bent down and heaved the battered and bloody Vicenzu to his feet. The short blonde man took a couple steps back, violently yanking Pietro with him, causing him to squeal as he choked on his tongue.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Krampus Cracks. Content Warning.
Santa was visiting the Christmas Village before Christmas Eve, talking to all the good little boys and girls. Suddenly, he saw Krampus fly by on an old bicycle with two babies screaming in a basket. Santa knew he had to do something to save the innocent babies.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Sock-stealing Squirrels and Mayorly Mischief: A Merrymead Tale
Once upon a time inside the old fashioned metropolis of Merrymead, mischief became as commonplace as the morning dew. The townsfolk have been recognised for his or her playful spirits, constantly locating new and innovative ways to entertain themselves. Among them, mischievous friends, Jake and Lily, had been notorious for his or her mythical pranks.
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
Medusa | Part One. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Rosalie’s feet, calves, and thighs burned from traversing the uneven ground. A small part of her wished she had taken one of the bicycles, but she was glad she didn’t. The hour-long walk beneath the moon and stars, provided her with enough time to allow her mind to freely roam the universe. Allowing the solitude to provide her with the pleasure of peace, and calmness — which she used to keep her violent anxiety at bay.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Second Chances. Top Story - February 2024.
Hear me, Lord of Death. Another approaches. I've read the texts. I can see you. That's right. That is your body. The damage is not that bad. Dead? Not quite. Not just yet. But tell me, what were you trying to do? Leave? Yes, I know. Everything IS hard. But stay for just a moment with me, weightless in this sunless space. Who am I? An echo of regret. Oh, you don't like that? Ok, look, just imagine I have a hand, and you have a hand. And here, I gently take yours in mine. I'm a friend. I have a lot to share with you.
By Stéphane Dreyfus2 years ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Three - The Shifting Sands of Hope
The once vibrant symphony of Evni and Thia's love had become a discordant echo, haunted by the whispers of doubt and the chilling presence of a new figure. Snitch, an enigmatic man with the air of a seasoned player, had strolled into Thia's life, casting a long shadow over Evni's already fragile hopes.
By Ivan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Grappling with Myself
"Wait, what? You are going to fight yourself? In a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu match?" Steve asked, the puzzlement and confusion evident in his voice. "I've got to hand it to you buddy, it is one of the most interesting of the dumbest ideas I have ever heard, so at least its got that going for it." I gave my friend a look of disapproval and sighed loudly in exasperation before replying "First, I am going to grapple, not fight. We do not fight in BJJ, we grapple. Fighting is what happens on the streets amongst rival gangs, grappling is what happens in the gym on the mat between honorable opponents. Second, I will not be grappling with myself, I will be grappling with my concept of myself, my concept of identity." The look on Steve's face gave away his obvious confusion, and that look grew even more confused the longer he considered the idea. It was a reaction I was very much used to from almost everyone whenever I opened my mouth, but most especially from Steve. I loved the guy but he was a bit of a dullard. That, combined with the fact of my own insanity which led me to say, think, and do crazy things on a fairly regular basis would often leave Steve in a greatly confused state. But, one of the things I really liked about him was his generally sunny and optimistic outlook and I was not surprised at all when I saw his look of bewilderment slowly replaced by a smile which was shortly thereafter followed by a soft laugh.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
