Psychological
Watermelon
“Don’t say I said but...” Bah! No, stop. Just... I wish for the capacity to dispel the impending words from your mouth as easily as I just waved them from the air in my mind’s eye. Anything preceded by that statement means you shouldn’t be saying, I shouldn’t be hearing, and it’s highly unlikely there’s a good reason for any of this
By Becky Walker2 years ago in Fiction
Abomination
The feeling of being alone and lost, searching for the one that would light the way in the darkness… it is a small feeling of terror… but I digress, I am getting ahead of myself. Please, allow me once more to start again. My name is Quintis Allure, I am a “Wizard” of sorts, served under the great masters of my time and learned from the works of Socrates, Aristotle, Virgal. They say that I am a learned man, whatever that means now is nothing compared to the horror that I faced that night and with all the knowledge of the heavens and of hell, it was nothing. I still stood there lost and alone in front of that great beast.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Magnetic Bonds of Connection
Once upon a time, in the bustling heart of the city, there lived a woman named Emily. She possessed an extraordinary gift - the ability to forge connections that were irresistible, binding people to her in ways they couldn't comprehend.
By Sophia Hayes2 years ago in Fiction
"Evil"
The Mysteries of Evil: Dividing Our Inner Darkness This idea arouses our worst fears and raises important concerns about the nature of morality, mankind, and the world we live in. We set out to investigate the many facets of evil in this piece, attempting to comprehend its causes, effects, and the ongoing battle to overcome and overcome it.
By Misha story writer2 years ago in Fiction
Revelaraphobia
Hunched beneath the cracked window, he lurked, caught in the throes of fetishist-ic panic. Never had he had a chance to experience his greatest pleasure in such a robust and meaningful way. To overhear such words, such deeds - and be privy to crimes yet to come, while totally obscured to the two stern voices that occupied the back of a midtown restaurant. The experience was like no other, in no way diluted by his alleyway surroundings of garbage and assorted filths.
By Wray_written2 years ago in Fiction
Demoniatic
I got exactly what I wished for and I wish I could take it back. I would have sold my soul for some form of adoration. I wanted so much to be liked back that it didn't matter how it happened. When your self esteem is nonexistent, you won't believe anyone could ever think you're pretty. When you're so self conscious, you think the world is making everyone believe you're ugly. Maybe if the devil had offered me another option, I would have changed my mind. I wish for a boy to notice me and he did. 19-year-old's don't know what they want but want it anyways. Validation is an evil thing in itself. When you can't validate yourself, you seek it from others. I sought in the eyes from a boy who smoked too much weed. He had a pretty face but don't they all? He would put his mouth on mine but there was no spark. He would try to get me high but I didn't want to. I couldn't dare look him in the eye. He tried to get me to have sex with him in his car but I did not want to. I wanted him to want me and he sure did. He didn't want me the way I wanted him to. Wishes are purely selfish and when they are granted, the genie gives you your heart's desire. Maybe we should learn to love ourselves instead.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Fiction
