Psychological
The Unwavering Spirit
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled amidst lush green hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. She had dreams that soared higher than the clouds and a spirit that burned with an unyielding determination. But life had a way of testing her resolve, presenting obstacles at every turn.
By FELIX Olikagu3 years ago in Fiction
"Wings of Reflection: A Sufi Journey through Dozakhnama"
In the timeless realms of the heavens, where the ethereal meets the earthly, a mesmerizing tale unfolded. It was a story that transcended the boundaries of time and space, brought to life in the conversations between two legendary souls, Mirza Ghalib and Saadat Hasan Manto, in the depths of the fiery abyss known as Dozakhnama. Ghalib, the eloquent poet with a heart steeped in mysticism, and Manto, the fearless writer unafraid to peel back the layers of truth, found themselves in an extraordinary encounter within the realms of hell. As they conversed, their words resonated with wisdom and touched the very depths of their beings. One particular story within the infernal depths captivated their souls—the tale of Si Murgh, the seven birds yearning to unravel the essence of their existence. Drawn by the mystic melody of their search for truth, Ghalib and Manto leaned in, their hearts attuned to the whispers of wisdom that emanated from the story. In the story of Si Murgh, the birds' longing to discover the truth about their purpose in this world, their quest for the identity of their divine creator, took flight. Peacock, with its regal display of colors, symbolized the beauty and grandeur of creation. Nightingale, with its soulful melodies, represented the eternal longing that resided within every being. Once upon a time, in the mystical realms of the heavens, there existed a group of seven birds known as the Si Murgh. Each of these birds possessed a unique beauty and sang melodies that enraptured all who heard them. The Si Murgh were not ordinary birds, for they were endowed with a deep curiosity and a burning desire to understand the purpose of their existence.
By Faisal Karim3 years ago in Fiction
When Chaos Reigns, What Remains?
Gotham City, once a symbol of order and justice, now lay at the mercy of chaos. The streets, once patrolled by the legendary Dark Knight, were now under the sinister grip of the Joker. In the aftermath of his ultimate victory, the city trembled as the madman reveled in his triumph. Seated in a dimly lit café, the Joker, clad in Batman's iconic suit, relished the fear that permeated the air. The patrons huddled in corners, their eyes wide with trepidation. His loyal cronies patrolled the perimeter, their presence a constant reminder of his newfound dominion. As the Joker sat alone, a wave of questions washed over him, like ripples in a murky pond. The absence of Batman, the very symbol of his obsession, left an unexpected void. He had dedicated his life to tormenting the Caped Crusader, his purpose entwined with their twisted dance of chaos and order. And now that Batman was gone, the Joker found himself grappling with a strange emptiness he couldn't quite comprehend.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Harley Quinn: Unleashing Chaos
Gotham City, a place shrouded in darkness and despair, was the canvas upon which the twisted tale of Harley Quinn unfolded. Once a psychiatrist named Dr. Harleen Quinzel, she had fallen into the intoxicating embrace of chaos, becoming the unpredictable and unhinged Harley Quinn. With her bleached skin, vibrant hair, and signature jester attire, she danced to the beat of her own madness. In the heart of Arkham Asylum, Harley Quinn reveled in the chaos, her laughter echoing through the halls like a haunting melody. The Joker, her mad paramour, had always been her anchor in this chaotic world. But their relationship had become toxic, suffocating her individuality and drowning her in darkness. Deep down, she yearned for something more, a chance at redemption that seemed just out of reach. As fate would have it, a fateful encounter with a young girl named Lily would change everything. Lily, a victim of Joker's heinous crimes, had lost her family and her voice. In her eyes, Harley saw the reflection of her own torment and the pain she had inflicted upon others. A newfound purpose ignited within her as she vowed to protect Lily and make amends for her past sins.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
Romance: Two Strangers Meet on a Train During a Cross-Country Journey. Content Warning.
Introduction Welcome aboard this captivating journey where two strangers cross paths on a train and embark on an adventure that defies the boundaries of love, commitment, and the human spirit. In this article, we will delve into the enchanting tale of their encounter, as they share intimate stories, aspirations, and dreams, ultimately forming a profound connection that challenges their preconceived notions of romance and the power of human connection.
By ADITYA SALVE3 years ago in Fiction
One Night of Eden
I met Eden in the summer, "summer" being far too kind a word to describe the blistering Florida heat, peppered by weeks of torrential rain. In some sort of metaphorical way, it was the perfect season to learn a lesson. And Eden ground that lesson into me, swiftly and harshly, like the rain pounds the shoreline.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
Minute by Minute. Top Story - December 2022.
This was it. The day that was circled in red on my calendar. I reluctantly opened my eyes after a restless night’s sleep, knowing what awaited me. Simple denial, procrastination, appeals to higher powers, none of it worked. This was my fate, and I had to accept it.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
What I Did Before My Summer Vacation
It was all my fault. I saw her arm rise, bent and coming up fast, with the fingers tight in what looked like a claw more than a fist and her face was beyond tense. Like she knew what she had to do. I was happy about that because I thought that I deserved what ever she had to dish out, since I had been a dumbass for most of the year. She was only responding with anger to my mistakes, doing what I may have done (shoe and the other foot). At least we dated.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
