Stream of Consciousness
How to Fuck Around
So, you’ve been invited to a party. You are excited to go, right? What? You aren’t excited or aren’t going? You remember the last party you went to and it was a total awkward disaster? Oh, boy, you’re right, you probably just shouldn’t go. What’s that? But you really want to go, but you’ll need some advice on how to interact with peers, socialize, and basically, you know…
By Amos Gladeabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
Emotions and ideas of a Rainbow
“The rainbow has such a beautiful tint to it. The colors permeate into my very soul.” “What do you mean permeate?” “The red seeps into my skin with anger, enjoyment, love, and life. Red is a strong color that makes me dance inside with desire. It gives me the energy of love but says hello I am dangerous. It brings excitement. Makes your heart rate go up quickly and can contribute to arousal in ourselves. Red stresses the intensity of the positive and negative thoughts that corrode our very being. Red prompts quicker decisions in us that can be rash decisions at times. In Africa red can symbolize mourning and death of life.”
By Tabitha Hinkleyabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Letters to ada
Letter I – From Layth to Ada Void, beyond the 22nd century My Dearest Ada, Your eyes... velvet that dissolves the last remnants of my coldness. I was an extinguished ember, until your radiance moistened me like a river-child bending over an ancient thirst in my chest. You blinked—and all of Time leaned toward my mouth. A redness upon your lips touched my fissures, and I softened... I, whom stones never softened. Your iris was my window and my mirror: a core that illuminates and desiccates what remained of my cold soul. I whisper to you a gesture of containment, and I dissolve in Time, even though I was frozen beneath the anesthesia of heavy smoke from a cigarette that keeps the night awake in my blood. I hid a poet in an old box—I feared that if he saw you, the world around me would be disturbed... but your wide lashes excavated the box and awakened what had died before you. You approached... and in the silence of night you were like a thread of light passing over my heart. I saw sorrow wrapped around your white shawl, its yellowness faded as if traces of a day that continued to extinguish. I said to you in a whisper, my voice sagging between fear and wonder: Will you entwine your hand in mine, and shall we slip together to the bottom of Time... without fear? You smiled, and the universe slackened around me, as if the warmth of your fingers was all that remained of the world. And you were asking in silence: “Where is your place within my embrace?” And I, in whose throat the sword of silence had been planted, found myself choosing you before I could speak. Black were your eyes, yet they kindled a daylight within me. And for the first time... O you of the two eyes, I felt that I was luminous.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHa day ago in Fiction
How to Check the Oil
Oil, in no small measure, is what makes the world go around. It’s the truth of a modern society. It keeps the parts humming, moving smoothly against each other in a rhythm you can catch just before the sound waves leave the bounds of human range.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 days ago in Fiction
Biophilic design blends. Nature and architecture collide in concepts, healing and soothing of our general lifestyle.
Concept and Understanding of biophilic design Sometimes we step into a room filled with lush greenery or natural light and feel instantly at ease? The ambience soothes, eliciting an almost instinctive “ahhh”. This moment is thanks to biophilic design - the practice of bringing elements of nature into our built-in environment.
By Antoni De'Leon2 days ago in Fiction
