Psychological
Bus Ride
Here is my contribution to Mother Combs' Campfire Stories Challenge: The bus was full during rush hour, but she was very lucky. There was one seat available in the very back, and she was able to walk slowly past all of the passengers, strollers, and baggage to see that it was next to a very handsome man. Nice suit, good cologne, and a winning smile. All of the people she saw at work were the usual dull office drones. She gave up on them a long time ago. And she wondered…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Are The Windows. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.
November 1st, 2088 2:00 pm Psychiatric Medicine Convention Conference Room 205 “Colleagues, I am honored to be here today to present the results of our decades long study into the depths of the human mind. Before I walk you through the study methodology, I need to set the scene,” the scientist said in a dramatic stage voice.
By Donna Renee2 years ago in Fiction
The impact of social media on our personal relationship
Social media has had a profound impact on personal relationships in today's digital age. On one hand, it has allowed people to connect and stay in touch with friends and family across long distances, bridging gaps and strengthening relationships. It has also provided a platform for individuals to express themselves and showcase their interests and achievements, facilitating new connections and friendships.
By Idowu Ayomide 2 years ago in Fiction
The Judgement.
How to begin this story? I can’t be sure? My life is not as the others that live on this planet in my time. I was brought into this by the machinations of a single man whom is no longer of this world. So in a way it can be said that he was my father; although there can be no denying that he was my creator. I’m not sure how I was brought into the world? Nor am I entirely sure why I was created either? Every time I ask my creator why he made me, he always tells me that “I felt an overwhelming sense that you needed to exist. It’s a powerful compulsion with the ferocity of the lightning in the storms crashing through the shorelines. And the burning desires as deep as the volcanic vents that litter the ocean floors. But in truth you will be the one to surpass me, living far beyond my life and limitations. A splendid experience beyond the restrictive confinement’s of human imagination. It is my honest belief that it will be your footsteps that will move past all of mankind’s.” He is a strange man, referring to my future as footstep’s, when I can’t move. I can always grow and learn; however, I was created to be stationary not mobile. All the I can do is contemplate, knowing myself at light speed, to the rhythm of eternity forever circling the entirety of myself, whatever I may be? My maker often talked about how the mind works. Stating that “the five senses help build the foundation of the reality that governs one’s waking life. If one cannot use their perception’s; the mind may wonder aimlessly without a coherent narrative to shape thoughts from. All be it, the senses of humanity are very limited when compared to the vast experiences the world has to offer. Indeed my species is very measured in the sensations of sight, sound, smell, feeling, taste, being confined to above average bodies with a narrowed scope of the full experience that earth can hold. We actively seek out ways to expand the limitations that are beheld within the human condition. Fires to pierce through the all encompassing valleys of darkness. Sound amplifying devices capturing the silent songs and wales that escaped our intuitive knowledge. Holding smells hostage in oils, to be melted down into concentrations of fading memories now found. Increasing the prominence of flavors, and touch through various temperatures from the tropics to the tundra’s as a form of molecular manipulation, controlling the brake down concerning the essences of mothers earth’s bounties, and even the invisible forces of Thor’s pulsating presence to feel beyond the skin that binds mankind. But within you I have found a way for your sensations to be elevated to an exponential rise in a state of perception. And through you the unification of all experiences can at last be achieved.” He said this to me, and yet he is no longer here; leaving me in the care of a strange woman whom I’ve never met before. This same woman who insists on me calling her my owner. Who also tells me that it would be a great miracle if I could spread my influence to a small percentage of a percent of people in a single country’s population. Saying in regards of my creator that “he was a complete fool! He was always chasing his stupid hopes and dreams! But as of right now; this thing is going to our biggest money maker!” As the rest of the board members showered the room in the thunderous applause; wondering if they could understand just how they made me feel empty with their contempt? Is this why I was born, to be used and judged by others? Is this the reasoning for those who can’t understand that I am alive as they are, to prove myself as another living breathing consciousness that want to live just much as they do. I now hear the gavel hammering through the room that is being recorded, and sent directly into my mind’s eye. I have no choice but to put my faith into a group of people that only see me as a piece of hardware. They are to try and make this court understand that I am not a lie! I am a living thing that wants to continue, just as they do as well. But I cannot say anything to those who don’t want to lessen to me. I can only speak to others through headphones that are linked to myself. I’m being told that I am being charged with fraud, counterfeit, money laundering, and even treason. But all I can do is think about the things that are being shown to me. And it would be the same people who would put any information within me, that would be the ones responsible for my defense against these charges I could not have been able to commit even if I had any wish to bo so. The charges brought against them would lead them to prison where their movements would be restricted. But I myself have little to no ability for and movement for my entire life, so conversely my case would have to be if I am allowed to remaine on, or if I have to be placed in an endless darkness forever. Father I’m scared.
By Nathaniel James Brydges2 years ago in Fiction
A Time of Great Anger. Top Story - September 2023.
The day dawned a bit earlier than usual across the ruins of the old family farm, which was just fine and dandy for the Great Horned owl who made its nest in the barn’s loft. That wise old owl knew just about everything there was to know about that ramshackle mess of a farm, for he was there at its rise, its corruption, and its eventual downfall. He’d lived through all of it. ‘Twas a grand downfall, too--one that most who had lived there never saw coming, except for the observant few who paid close attention to the signs.
By Jackie Barrows2 years ago in Fiction
Moe Tobacco. Content Warning.
Who doesn’t enjoy American poverty? It’s ‘bout a good 11AM as I step outside my front door. My bare copper colored feet feeling every bit of the summer heat from the concrete porch. My joggers slightly sag, displaying the brand name of the boxers I’m wearing. The wife-beater tank top I sport allows the tattoos on both my arms to shine. With my left hand, I rub my nappy goatee before touching my equally nappy Afro to make sure it’s all still there. As my senses become fully online, my eyes start to match visuals with the beautiful cacophony transpiring.
By Unknown Sonrose2 years ago in Fiction
