Stream of Consciousness

The Idea of Another World Pt. 1
Ever thought about another world ? a better or worse than this world ? a more adventurous, more exciting than excel and social media ?. We often thought about something more than our mundane everyday routine that we should be more exciting or alive because we only have one chance of living. It’s should be a sin to have such a boring life to just be like this, wake up, work and go to sleep.
By Arda Azharabout a year ago in Fiction
Liam's Ascent
In a small, weather-beaten town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, lived a boy named Liam. The town, with its cracked sidewalks and rusting fences, seemed to be perpetually shrouded in a haze of gray. The people there spoke in murmurs, their voices blending with the wind that whispered through the empty streets.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Fiction
Crazy Husband. AI-Generated.
Sophia had always prided herself on being an attentive and loving wife. She married David seven years ago, and together they built a seemingly perfect life. Their home was beautiful, their careers were successful, and their social circles envied the way they appeared to complement each other in every way. David was charismatic, charming, and seemingly devoted. But behind his flawless façade, there was a side of him that Sophia would have never imagined.
By Stowey Don Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
"A Promise to Let Go"
The rain fell softly outside, the rhythm of the drops tapping against the window as though they carried the weight of her heart. Claire sat at the old wooden desk in their small apartment, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of her. Her hand shook slightly as she picked up the pen, but her thoughts were tangled in a storm of emotions. Today was the day she had dreaded for months—the day she would finally write the last letter to Leo.
By afanaabout a year ago in Fiction
R U OKAY?
R U OKAY? Just like any other day, lifeless and boring, what do I expect to come? I surround myself with people who don’t even know the thoughts in my head. I posted one day, I was down and out, sad about the life I have. How could I be sad when everything I ever wanted is right in the palm of my hands. That’s when you came, an angel sent down from the heavens, you told me you understood the pain. How life could never be the same, once you finally decide to change. I was surrounded by women, money, drugs and people who didn’t want the best for me. When I met you, it was too good to be true, you sprinkled hope and faith that there is someone up above really listening to me. I would waver in my beliefs, wanting a reality full of peace yet all I was surrounded by was chaos, but YOU., you were my peace, you are my peace. A stormy day or days I feel I have no meaning, you remind me of all the things I outgrew. You supported me even when you knew that, that wasn’t where I was suppose to be, my heart desires were never aligned with the ones I called my brothers, my friends, my family. When I needed them, they encouraged me to do things I said I would never do, but to fit in I became a version of me I didn’t want to. With you, you made me realize, the people I have around me are not here for me but to help bring me down. When there was so much noise and I couldn’t think, you taught me how to go to a quiet place and find my niche, because of you I’m okay. You are an angel that i’ve been blessed with to see my wrongs and make my rights. I will never forget the day when you said to me “things happen for a reason, all things work together for our good and the grace of God, somethings you endure because you must but We have the power to change our lives and the least we can do is try.” I fought the thought of letting go of the past version of me, watching you flourish only made me believe more, that life is what you make it. I do this because you make everything okay.
By Unéshaabout a year ago in Fiction
Vidor
The good doctor enters the room. She approaches the curtain behind which I sit from her perspective, whereas I am before it from mine. Her fingers curl around it, but she hesitates. Perhaps she can see my silhouette thrown against it by the lamp beside me. There is an 85% chance that this is the case when considering her general observational prowess.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
Inayat- The Light of Hope
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Fiction
LOML
The wedding had been called off just moments ago. I couldn't even find myself looking at you... at the way you glossed your eyes over while talking amongst all your family and close friends; almost as if you've expected them to believe I'd just broken your heart while calling off the biggest day of my young life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
Man Is Not Truly One, But Truly Two
What’s the measure of a man? A cloud of cigarette smoke engulfs the painting before him. It’s a masterpiece, surely—the painting, not the smoke cloud. The lines? Perfect. The technique? Masterful yet subtly innovative. Never jarring, it’s a piece that can be admired by both laymen gawkers behind a velvet rope, and crusty professors hanging onto their thesis as it gets iterated to irrelevance.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Midnight at the carnival
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”. We searched and searched but could not find Eleeza anywhere. Why in God's name had we even decided to attend a 'day' carnival of horror which was held at night. The idea had sounded absurd, yet fascinating, we imagined everything would be more eerie in the April shrouded mist.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Good Bye Mum.
I was just a naive 8 year Old, bursting with excitement and dreams, when my world was shattered. I had rushed home from school, eager to share the thrilling news with my mom. I had been chosen to skip a grade and take the Common Entrance exams! But as I searched the empty house, my heart sank. Where was she?
By Nneka Benedithabout a year ago in Fiction
A Love Reborn"
Lina stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped below the mountains, casting a warm, golden glow across the landscape. The sky, streaked with hues of orange and pink, mirrored the emotions swirling within her heart. She had always loved this time of day—the transition from day to night, a moment of calm before darkness settled in. But tonight, the beauty of the sunset felt bittersweet, a reminder of the passage of time and the memories that lingered like shadows.
By afanaabout a year ago in Fiction