Psychological
Introvert
In the shadowed corners of a bustling city, there existed the life of an introvert, a tale woven through the fabric of solitude and contemplation, amidst the symphony of urban life. Alexander lived his days tucked away in his quaint apartment adorned with books, where the pages held the conversations he longed for but seldom engaged in reality. His days unfolded like an unfurling scroll, each moment meticulously orchestrated in the sanctum of his own thoughts.
By Zain Siddiqui2 years ago in Fiction
Misty's Nanny. Content Warning.
Misty’s new Nanny, Felicia, arrived today. She had just been introduced to her and told what was expected of her while she was here. Misty had just stood there lovely and prim, smiling and nodding her head where appropriate. Then, as if she wasn’t even in the room with them, the Nanny had turned to her parents and said that she thought the post would do nicely. Misty was then excused to return to the nursery and continue doing what she was so rudely interrupted when the Nanny arrived.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Ava’s Magic Glasses
Ava had something of a secret. When she was in her early teens, she got a pair of unusual eyeglasses. When she looked through them, she gained a supernatural ability: She would see evidence for any truth she pondered. She would think to herself things such as, What really happened to Amelia Earhart? Immediately, she would see all of what actually happened to that poor woman, playing out in vivid scenes before her eyes. Naturally, she grew somewhat obsessed with using this ability. She’d spend all day wearing her glasses and pondering this and that — questioning history, politics, physics, philosophy, and whatever else was out there for her curiosity to explore.
By Martin Vidal2 years ago in Fiction
God and the Box
God once found a box. It was a small box, even by your standards or mine, but it was a special box. He would try to open it every day, but, for whatever reason, he simply could not. He sent floods, and lightning, and hell flame, but no matter what he tried, he just couldn’t get the lid to move in the least. His attempts to see or divine (as is his way) what was inside were equally futile. He could see clear through any planet, and watch our universe from outside it or the atoms from within them, but he couldn’t get the slightest glimpse of what was inside this little box.
By Martin Vidal2 years ago in Fiction
Don't Cry. Content Warning.
She sank deeper within herself, plugging into the Lo-Fi that soothed her heartbreak via her new earbuds. -If I don't hear it it isn't real-. Constance, a name she hated from her girlhood was now someone she no longer knew. She could be anyone, "Maria", "Patricia", "Helen"; but she knew she would not be "Hope".
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Fiction
My Narnia
One day I woke up in my Narnia. I woke up and stepped into an entirely new world. One recognizable, but wholly unknown. It carries many expectations. I stumbbled into it. It happened not quite over night, but at times it felt that way. My Narnia carries no friendly wise character's, there was no Aslan to greet me. I entered at the part where Aslan had died and unfortunately Mr.Tumnus transformed and disappeared before my eyes. The dangers remained recognizable, witches existed in all colors and places trying to turn others to cold stones or arrogant endullgant feens. One had to be steadfast at all times. Dangers lurked everywhere, everything a trap, everywhere a start of a maze that could easily disorient and make one lost. The information I gained from formal education was flipped upside down. There is no place for it in my Narnia.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
Species. Content Warning.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The target was being inspected. "Chiseled chin, broad muscular shoulders, rippling biceps, and whoa mama! You did not skip leg day! That's good, most members of your sex tend to do that, but you chose not to neglect."
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Fiction
LOVE AS A TRIANGLE
Love as a Triangle Emily had been in love with Alex for as long as she could remember. He was her childhood best friend, her confidante, and her soulmate. They had grown up together, and she had always believed that they were destined to be together. However, as they grew older, things began to change.
By Riches Avenue2 years ago in Fiction
Pervitin. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Nadine sipped her steaming hot, black coffee from a white ceramic cup, while Elmar used the edge of his knife to break down their hefty bags of meth and opium into twelve, three-inch lines on top of the glass table in the center of the hotel room. They had become dangerously addicted to mixing the two drugs, but the high was a rare euphoria that was impossible not to chase once experiencing it.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
