Psychological
Ditched and Cleaned
In the morning after the botched romantic night, while getting ready to go to work, Brad said to Emily, “Babe, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I should have told you about the allergy. I just thought that since it’s so rare and I never buy anything with rosehip I didn’t really need to.”
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Fiction
Do I suck at general knowledge?
Everything around me is changing all the time. Technically everything changes all the time anyway. I’ve always heard that as you get older that it’s difficult to keep up with the current generation, especially in this modern fast-paced world. But this feels different. I keep coming across pieces of information that I never knew about. Not like finding out a celebrity has died a week after everyone else. I’m constantly questioning facts I thought I knew all my life.
By Ameena Desai5 months ago in Fiction
You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him discover it in himself. Galileo
Warning: Information compiled herein is a fictional work of imagination, based on selected historical and scientific facts that may have merit but are not necessarily reflective of any Druidic or religious practises.
By Katherine D. Graham5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Innings
There is a cricket ground in our village that looks empty now, though it is never truly silent. If you stand on its edge in the late afternoon, when the sun begins to drown itself in the horizon, you can almost hear echoes of the past—the crack of the bat, the laughter of boys, the urgent shouts of fielders chasing a red tennis ball across the dusty earth.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Fiction
Fractured Reflections. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge. Content Warning.
Bowel movement, shower, dressed for the day ahead. Toast, marmalade, of course. Coffee, black, indubitably. Doom scroll for ten minutes before grabbing my wallet and keys. Out the door to, out the driveway for 9.30. Plenty of time to get across town to my employers.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Fiction
Stagnant Waters
Special Agent Thomas J. Beeman stood at the edge of the brackish green backwater, looking over his surroundings. Taking a deep breath of the humid, putrid-smelling air, he almost gagged. The Mentholatum that he normally used to cover crime scene smells didn’t seem to work here. It appeared the stench of death and decay was one he’d never get used to.
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Fiction
Hoag’s Object. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I had gotten used to the eyes, one after the other, peering constantly through the jagged remains of where a peephole once sat. Stranger’s trying to catch a glimpse of the accused until: This eye, this very eye in particular, that stared with a deep hatred burning into my soul. I knew this red-gold-hazel iris that lit up a room like fire. She was the reason I would be locked in this cabin, a prisoner, until our arrival in Pteetneet City. This is where the proper authorities would step in to arrest me.
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Titan. AI-Generated.
Chapter One — The Signal The signal came on a Wednesday. Not that days mattered anymore. The world had long since stopped keeping track. Cities had fallen, the stars above grew brighter without the clutter of satellites, and the earth had begun reclaiming what it once lost to machines and war. Humanity lived in fragments now — scattered settlements clinging to life like moss on stone.
By Saqib Ahmad Sultan5 months ago in Fiction
