Psychological

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation
The giraffe was not breathing; its exanimate body was spread on the wet morning grass like butter on bread—what should I do? I'm trying to remember what one should do in this situation—when he sees a giraffe that allegedly is still alive but not breathing anymore. I look in the mirror. It shows a reflection of me and the breathless giraffe. The image is clear, not befogged by Gofri's breath. Gofri is the giraffe's name. It has a name, but the air does not enter its chest. If one performs chest compressions on a person, it's normal if ribs get broken. For an adult human, the compressions should go as deep as 5–6 centimeters. But what about an adult giraffe? How hard one should press? at which frequency? I don't know. And how am I supposed to do mouth-to-mouth artificial ventilation? So many questions I've got. Thinking of it though means losing precious time. Dear Gofri, I wish you could talk to me, teach me how to save your life.
By Andrei Z.3 years ago in Fiction
The Collective Consciousness
In the year 2050, humanity witnesses the birth of a revolutionary technology—the Collective Consciousness. A group of individuals, driven by curiosity and a yearning for connection, volunteers for an experimental program to explore the depths of this groundbreaking realm. Little do they know, their lives are about to be forever changed.
By syeda tayyaba3 years ago in Fiction
Desert Camaro
When Amy moved to Phoenix 5 months ago, the first thing she took note of was the cars. Everywhere she looked, muscle cars filled her sight. Her favorite: a red Camaro. Every day she would ride past it on her bike, the bright desert sun reflecting off the ruby red paint. After a month of cycling past it, she decided to stop and get a closer look. She looked into the window, taking a breath in as she imagined the musky scent of leather.
By Victoria Rivera3 years ago in Fiction
A Thousand and One Nights: Tales of Transformation and Compassion
A Kingdom Reborn Introduction: Dear reader, we have reached the pinnacle of our journey through The Thousand and One Nights, where the threads of destiny converge and a kingdom finds redemption and renewal. In this final chapter, Scheherazade's stories culminate in a remarkable transformation that transcends the boundaries of time and space.
By Theen Bathusha3 years ago in Fiction
Red Hand
It all began more than 2,000 years ago, when great darkness befall the seventh universe and brought about plague and famine in the world. So the ancient elder gods decided to create an elemental magical creature called "The Red Hand" to help reduce the darkness in the world and keep mankind from going into chaos, until the one that is prophecy to come and restore peace and balance in the world and that the destined one will possess a telepathic power to move from one existence to another. In the year 2070, where technology was at its peak. A man named Jeff in his early twenties is the protagonist, who woke up one morning and somehow observed that he wasn't at the right place because things were very different and he didn't recognize the place he was and couldn't remember how he got there. Things were so different and he found it very difficult to communicate with other people because they were very different, dressed differently and had different kind of lifestyle. He then suddenly knew he wasn't at the right place and started panicking, then ran in fear trying to figure out where he was and how to get back to his original home. At first he thought it was just a dream.
By nsikak christian3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Regret
The clock ticked ominously, echoing through the dimly lit room. Emma sat huddled by her grandfather's side, his frail form barely recognizable beneath the weight of age. The walls were adorned with faded photographs and aged maps, tokens of a life filled with adventures and untold tales. But it was one story, a story of love and longing, that had captured Emma's heart.
By McQueen Matt3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Melody
The old piano stood in the corner of the dusty attic, its once-glossy finish now marred by time's relentless touch. It had been a witness to countless memories, but its keys had fallen silent, longing for the touch of a musician's hands. Little did it know that its silent days were about to end.
By McQueen Matt3 years ago in Fiction
Spiritual Pet Talk (9): Keeping snakes and turtles: an adventure of dialogue with nature
In that quiet country house, a warm and vibrant family lives with their pets. They have a dog, known as man's most loyal friend, and several snakes and turtles with their own unique characteristics. These animals have created a special bond with humans, sharing the joys, sorrows and responsibilities of guardianship.
By 醉翁忆梦换酒钱3 years ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Love. Content Warning.
In the small town of Willow Creek, there lived a young woman named Lily. She had always been a curious soul, eager to explore the world around her. But there was one thing that had always fascinated her above all else: the mysterious forest that lay just beyond the town's borders.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
10 Netflix TV Shows You Won't Be Able to Stop Watching
Netflix has revolutionized the way we watch television. It has become a household name synonymous with quality entertainment. From gripping dramas to hilarious comedies, there is something for everyone on this popular streaming platform. Let's dive into the world of 10 Netflix TV shows that will captivate your attention and have you glued to your screen.
By Hannan Rozal3 years ago in Fiction
Chances of Fate. Content Warning.
“The unpredictable nature of fate, the arbitrary and capricious consequences of chance.” As the ninth day of the ninth month arrived, Lily couldn't shake the unease that settled over the town. The once-bustling streets were now deserted, and the usual chatter among the townspeople was replaced by whispers and wary glances. Lily, like everyone else in the town, knew what was coming - "The Chance of Fate."
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Sip
The night was a scar on the face of the city, deep and sordid, with the wind blowing scents of decay and nothingness. In this open-air sewer, Jean and Pierre lived, two emanations of misery, two ghosts covered in rags, eternally stained by filth. Tramps, vagabonds, ragpickers, whatever you want to call them, they were the forgotten spectres of the city, dehumanized entities in the merciless urban reality.
By Black Ink3 years ago in Fiction