Stream of Consciousness

Silent is a bravery
In a small village, a quiet resolve echoed louder than any clamor, a testament to the community's unspoken pact of bravery. The village had been ravaged by a great calamity, leaving its people scarred and wary.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Fiction
Mythical Creature
In the imaginary Ocean a mythical creature known as the Lava Whale was believed to be born of ancient magic and synchronized with the rhythmic flow of magma above.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Fiction
My NeIgHbOuR iN aNoThEr UnIvErSe . Content Warning.
Universes is a story about a young man who discovers a mysterious portal in his backyard and finds himself in a parallel universe.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Fiction
A minute's interlude 😵
In a fragrant garden I lay, amidst perfumed garlands and an overflowing arrayed abundance of flowery dew kissed blossoms. Blooms of all colors beckoned, importuning me to stop and inhale their lovely fragrances. Yet, how could I choose, when in all of their wonderous beauty, I longed to be lost.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Former commanders advise Israel against attacking Iranian territory directly
Israel's Tel Aviv A direct military strike against Iranian territory, according to two former senior Israeli military officials, would not be in Israel's best interests.
By Samar2 years ago in Fiction
Brace for Impact
I have no choice– Now, I’m skydiving without a parachute. My eardrums ache and pop as water streams from my ungoggled eyes. The wind buffets me from all sides as I take a mental inventory of what wasn’t left behind.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Tachypsychia
It’s rush hour in San Francisco, not quite a minute before 9AM, as I can see from the large pedestal clock on the opposite corner of the intersection just above the crossing signal, which has just turned green.
By R.R. Michaels2 years ago in Fiction
Are You One Step Away From Success
Have you ever heard of a story of a lion who was trying to break a wall? That wall was blocking a path into the dense forest. Lion was unable to jump over the wall and wanted to see the other side.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Keep Calm and Burn
Ding One minute. That’s all I need. Want. One minute to myself to stare at this little digital flame. One minute. Crap, I’ve already lost the thread. Stop thinking. Breathe. In, out. In, out. Oh, Georgie get your fingers out from under the door. I just need one minute. Why’d I choose the bedroom for this? It’s not like it’s some kind of sanctuary. I know what’s happened here. How would I choose anywhere in this apartment? Oh, stop knocking Georgie. Where is your sister? I just wanted one minute to myself. She can’t watch you for one minute? Probably scrolling through her ex’s posts. That girl needs to move on. Girl needs to help out with Georgie. Okay, okay. Breathe, breathe, just breathe. Georgie’s moved on. I can focus. Oh, he’s crying. Why is he crying? Where is his sister? She probably made him cry. Where is his father? Maybe he made him cry. God, one minute. One Minute! How is it not over yet? One thousand four hundred forty minutes in a day and I just want one. Just to stare at this little fake fire. This tiny, little light. This little light of mine…NO. Breathe. Remember to focus on the breath. I’m going to fail at this, too. One minute. I’m not going to get a quiet minute to myself until I’m dead. Probably not even then. Maybe after the wake. If my husband ponies up for one. Probably not. Just propose a toast to me at the buffet, beer in hand. Maybe he would if he could find a way to invite any of his whores. They better keep their tears to themselves. I don’t need their sympathy. Breathe. Don’t think of them. How is this not over yet!? I can’t do this. Can’t even forget them one minute. Not when he’s gone, not when he’s around. These thoughts take my breath away. Make me so angry. Make me want a real flame. A torch. One of those classic Indiana Jones’ torches. Instead I’ve got this silly little app telling me to keep calm, carry on. How can I carry on? He’s already carrying on for the both of us. Breathe. He says he’s better. He’s been home more. Still not sure if that’s better. At least it’s a new problem. He says he’s better. That’s what he says. What he’s been saying. Do they matter? His words? Why am I thinking about this? Breathe. I shouldn’t have done this. Not here. There’s no calm here. Out there, in here. Just a raging fire of thoughts ready to burn me from the inside out. Maybe if he was gone I could put them out. Maybe it would just set a whole new blaze. I just don’t want to think. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing. Not thinking. Just breathing. Maybe I’ll try to tequila next time. Seemed to help him him forget me. Like a freakin’ memory loss elixir. I couldn’t live like that. Can’t live like this. The thoughts are too much. Just one minute in a crowd of other horrible minutes. That. Never. Stop. Is that it? Is that all the time it takes to end a marriage, one minute? No. This minute’s not to blame. It’s all those other minutes that just keep coming back. All those minutes he stole from us. Oh, Georgie. I can still hear him sobbing. Why aren’t they helping him? Am I the only one that can hear him crying?
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
My Missing Daughter
"Mummy, my ball is lost!" Jenna cried. They had only been playing on the beach momentarily before Jenna lost it. Lisa, Jenna's mum scanned the beach. She saw a young couple walking the dog who had the ball in his mouth. She held Jenna's hand and explained the ball belonged to Jenna, and that she had lost it. The couple were happy to let them have it back. Jenna smiled sweetly and thanked them politely.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Armageddon, the aftermath.
The celestial clock ticked ominously on in Heaven, poignantly nonchalant, as if completely unaware of the world extinction impact of the next sixty seconds. One minute to twelve midnight on a specifically designated night in the immortal realms of the gods. The angels were adorned in all their glory and arrayed in sequence, according to the hierarchy of their ranks.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
10 Seconds. Content Warning.
“Hey! Watch it!” “Don’t worry about it. I know what I’m doing.” “Look ou—“my body is sent flying. (One) Everything is slow. As if time was on hold for me to truly grasp the severity of the situation I’ve been put in when I look next to me and see my own body smashing through the windshield.
By Tifany Walker2 years ago in Fiction