Psychological
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter Town
Harlan Wolf: The Boy of Winter-Town Winter Festivities: The Intro— Sadie Jane was typed in a cruel winter’s shadow at birth, pegged in a cold, stark autumnal hue. Her name faired quite the opposite, hailing from a long line of terse lips and stiff, crinoline dresses. Sadie Jane was everything one imagined when they thought of childhood—a free-spirited young woman with not a care in the world.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
Shoshanna, often just called Shanna, was struggling after having turned 50. She had spent the last years of her 40s coming to terms with loss of family, loss of career, and loss of reputation. She had spent many tears and lonely days and nights pondering how it all went "wrong" and why life hadn't turned out the way she thought it was supposed to. She had spat venom at taunters who wanted to "teach" her how to be, as she clung to her "freedom" with her bitten down fingers with every last hope and strength she had left.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
Random Boy - The Crossroad
In the enthralling world of "Random Boy," fate and chance intertwine to create an exhilarating adventure like no other. At the heart of this captivating tale stands an ordinary boy whose life takes an extraordinary turn, propelling readers into a mesmerizing journey of suspense and revelation. Prepare to be swept away by the rollercoaster of emotions as you follow our enigmatic protagonist through a labyrinth of mysteries, alliances, and betrayals.
By Dharmesh Patel2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Memory
A modern day, a modern age – the last memory of them is gone. Or, at least, it should be. Each passing day, a new moment is left to strike a chord deep inside. It sends shivers up our spines, a sickening twist in our stomachs. This feeling riles up that old, old forgotten time.
By Mychaila A. Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Agent Harrison
Every day, the world is plagued by terrorists and their threats to end the world. To counter these threats, the agency has trained a special and extremely talented CIA agent, Jack Harrison, and only assigned him to the most critical and dangerous missions. His latest assignment was to apprehend or kill a terrorist spy who had infiltrated the intelligence community using fake passports, fake ID, a fake background story and a fake CIA badge. He managed to steal highly classified and sensitive information intended only to be seen by those of the highest authority. Ahmed Al-Masri had been pretending to be an agent for the United States for years, all while wreaking havoc on America’s international peacekeeping efforts by selling information he gathered to Americas greatest enemies.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
From Radiant Spirits to Blooming Hues: Unraveling the Fascinating Connection Between Flowers and Colors. Content Warning.
In a realm untouched by the relentless march of time, where the secrets of nature's enchanting mysteries flourished, there thrived a venerable tree, renowned far and wide as Elden. This arboreal sentinel was no ordinary tree; his sprawling roots delved deep into the embrace of the earth, becoming one with the repository of ancient knowledge and wisdom. Beneath his towering canopy, creatures of all sizes would gather, united by an insatiable thirst for the sagas he imparted through the susurrus of his rustling leaves.
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Fiction
Living without Toby.
Living without Toby. The years passed bye each day seemed like a month, a month a year, a year, infinite. The whole world had been so cruel that they in their complete ignorance for compassion and love most importantly their arrogance in ignorance to the case believed John and I had in some way been involved in our Sons disappearance. I campaigned tirelessly to keep Toby’s name and legacy alive, until I had complete forensic evidence to prove otherwise. I worked tirelessly with other parents who had their child kidnapped and we jointly worked together to ensure we brought awareness of how unsafe our planet has become to keep our children protected and safe from abduction by night or day, by strangers, friends, family and foes aware that we have to educate them to safety’s in order for us to survive as true people working towards humanity. As in truth I had pulled away from the Lord and God, I didn’t really notice but the years had hardened my heart, I didn’t Sin, but I didn’t pray and believe in God anymore, John and I separated through the strain of it all, the way in which; looking back now, we blamed ourselves for the loss of Toby, we felt guilty and a guilty conscience is the most destructive and life stealing emotion that the dark one implants within us, so we we loose our light, our zest for life and most of all , Unconditional Love to our Creator. The Dark One has you exactly where it wants you, preparing to fall for the evolution of the evolving matrix of hell.
By Dawn Earnshaw2 years ago in Fiction
Returning Home.
Returning Home. We had to return home with the twins missing us and they still needed a Mummy and Daddy , so we made the decision to leave it was the most heartbreaking thing I have ever had to endure, I felt like the old me was dying as time was going bye; John and I were devout Catholic and went to church, I couldn’t go, if there was a God , someone would not take my son.
By Dawn Earnshaw2 years ago in Fiction
