Psychological
Lumilya
Evelyn got up to the incessant chirping of her alarm. She rolled over in bed, moaning, and squeezed rest, trusting to induce some more hours of rest before she had to confront the day ahead. The morning was full of meetings and deadlines and stress. Evelyn couldn’t wait to climb out of bed and out into the fresh, cold, and chaotic world outside.
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
WHY DO WE DREAM?
In the ancient civilizations of Mesopotamia and Egypt, dreams were regarded with great significance, often recorded and interpreted for their hidden meanings. Millennia later, our quest to decipher the enigmatic world of dreams continues, fueled by scientific research and technological advancements. While we have made significant strides in understanding the nature of dreams, there remain intriguing theories that shed light on their profound purpose.
By React Wizards2 years ago in Fiction
She Was Emma. Top Story - November 2023.
Always, she was Emma and I was Amy. We met in preschool and hit it off immediately. I reasoned that we needed to be friends because we were both 4 years old and our names sounded the same. She understood what I meant: the names Emma and Amy feel the same in your mouth. We were inseparable. Parents, teachers and friends referred to the two of us all at once: Emma'n'Amy. Emmanamy. Emma-and-Amy.
By Rebekah Conard2 years ago in Fiction
REINCARNATION
Rebirth: An Excursion Through Time and Cognizance In the terrific embroidery of human conviction frameworks, there exists a string woven with the narratives of daily routines experienced previously, of spirits renewed through the ages - resurrection. This old and confounding idea has intrigued and confused ages, offering a brief look into the chance of life past our natural presence. In this investigation, we set out on a charming excursion to find what resurrection is, the reason it exists, where it works out, and whether there is any proof to help these deep rooted claims.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Fiction
Facts reflected from broken mirrors.. Content Warning.
When Ela stood in front of the broken mirror in the early hours of the morning, she raised her eyes with a deep sigh. The face in the mirror was becoming more alien every day. Each day since the death of her husband Ahmet had become a heavier burden than the previous one. "You again?" he murmured, but not even the silence returning from the mirror was kind enough to console him.
By ~ Mikail ~ 2 years ago in Fiction
Let the Hunt...Begin
Rox Kasker readied his hunters for their tactical mission inside of the well stocked armory of their slave ship. Their party of seven was a diverse mixture of Gungan, Human, Zabrak and two assassin droids, TT-77 and IG-96. Xila had recruited them over the past five years while she hunted, smuggled and extracted hundreds of force-sensitive beings ranging from child to adult.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Flowers
Two bouquets of dried flowers lay where they’d been tossed upon the coffee table, beside a pot of living plants. Begonias actually, stretched on skinny stems toward the southern window, where a cloudless Colorado blue sky promised glaring sunlight later in the day.
By Barbara Steinhauser 2 years ago in Fiction
Neon Nightmares
Neon Nightmares" In the year 2075, the sprawling metropolis of New Arcadia had transformed into a futuristic marvel of towering skyscrapers, dazzling holographic billboards, and advanced technology. Yet, beneath the gleaming facade, a sinister darkness lurked. In the heart of the city, a looming structure called the Apex Tower stood as a symbol of power and corruption.
By Malyki Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Vocally Haunted. Content Warning.
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By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Fiction
Brisqué
It was a very bad the idea to have a meeting with her after class, but there was still the janitorial staff in the college, and they were sure to pass by the room soon. He looked at the clock over the door and wondered if this would take long. His worst student wanted to talk to him after class; his worst student who also happened to be the one that the guys went all dumb and drooled over.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Arid
The Morning Light Cafe was bustling with its usual breakfast crowd when I walked in. I nodded at the familiar faces - the old timers reading their newspapers, the young professionals gulping down coffee before work. As I waited in line to order, I checked my phone nervously. Still nothing from Melanie.
By Anne Pedersen2 years ago in Fiction
