Stream of Consciousness
Sleepy Joe
The moon shone pale and cold over the deserted street. A lone streetlight flickered at the end of the sidewalk, as if its light would soon give out. Amidst the silence of the night, broken only by the occasional rustling in the bushes, a boy sat on an old wooden crate. His name was Joe, and he was twelve years old, but in his mind, he was younger. The people in the village called him “Sleepy Joe.” It always hurt him a little, but he knew they didn’t mean it in a bad way. At least, that’s what his mother said. She understood everything.
By Christian Bassabout a year ago in Fiction
The queen and the river
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished'. But she hadn't vanished, at least not completely. Not yet. Leona sat alone by the river contemplating the frailty of her mortal body. How does one go from being queen of her existence, of her full and carefree happy life, to the depth of contemplation of the abyss of deep despair.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
WhatsApp Tricks and Tips to Enhance Your Messaging Experience
WhatsApp Tricks and Tips to Enhance Your Messaging Experience WhatsApp is one of the most widely used messaging apps globally, with over 2 billion users. It's packed with features that many of us overlook, which can dramatically enhance how we communicate. Here are some tricks and tips you might not know about but will help you get the most out of WhatsApp.
By Mahalakshmiabout a year ago in Fiction
Life partner
I feel annoyed by the unwanted comments of the old man sitting next to me. I am not interested in hand waving. I'm dying of my burning. Today is the seventh day, my wife was admitted to this hospital. I have retired. I was a clerk. I married the only daughter. I have to go to the hospital or spend the day playing cards and chatting with my hands and feet.
By Bijan Lal Chakrabartyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Old Note and The Sea
It was one of those days. In my little boat with the sea air filling my lungs. I was at peace. Wait, no. I’d been in the stuffy, suffocating office for hours. Pointless meetings about pointless stats and memos about “office supplies misuse”. Who’d be a stickler for staples and paper clips? Oh, I know. Moron Alan. Yes, Moron Alan capitalised for emphasis. The guy needs a life. But then. So do I. Since mother died after a long, soul-destroying battle with dementia, life felt heavy.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Floating
Floating in a warm pool, looking like Ophelia but full of warmth and life. Feel the soothing water and the sun on your face and body. A gentle breeze blows, and the music of birdsong and bees surrounds you, blowing through rushes at the water's edge. You move your hands and feet enjoying the feel of the water, it is almost as good as the warmth of your duvet when you wake and don't want to leave your bed. This is a feeling you want to last for a long time, so soothing, and spreading happiness through your whole body. There is no pressure here, just warmth, love and comfort You are one with Gaia and nature and your soul is replenished by this feeling Let the feeling wash over you, and heal your soul
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Grass
To lie on green grass with someone you are close to, between the trees and the river. Feel the breeze, and the sunshine, enjoy the bees and butterflies flitting between buttercups, sunflowers, asters and daisies. The smell of newmown grass. Listen to the water flowing in the river, maybe you could dip your feet in there, and see the fish swimming, without a care. As we lay on the grass we hear birdsong and see swifts and swallows above us and they sing to the world, flying free. Our cares are forgotten as we recuperate and relax and become one with nature and appreciate it's beauty.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
