Stream of Consciousness

So Real As To Be A Memory
I fleshed out what I could, but this narrative could be more cohesive. I'm just having fun with the exercise. ____________________
By Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single Mom2 years ago in Fiction
A gift of wonder
Once upon a time, in a village on the mountains of Japan where the Sakura flourish Lived a wise man by the name of Asa Ren in a beautiful Sanka by the riverside.
By Mieczyslaw Oz2 years ago in Fiction
Chase's Chase - Episode 5
INT. INSIDE STRANGERS CAR - NIGHTTIME CHASE, HARPER, and STRANGER 3 sit in the back of the car. STRANGER 1 and STRANGER 2 sit in the front.
By M2 years ago in Fiction
Facing My Shadow. Content Warning.
I remember very clearly that instant in my teenage years, where I realized just how absurd everything is. I was at home with my close family, leaning on the doorframe of the living room, arms crossed. Everyone was busy with some board game and leaning there I was overcome with a profound lucidity; I was an onlooker, witness to a brief moment in everyday life, that inevitably gets forgotten. I just couldn't understand what was the point of it all. All I could think was, ''that's it?''
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Fiction
People of Color
January 4: World Braille Day DISCLAIMER: I was born without the wherewithal to write this. Born three months premature, I required oxygen support for four months thereafter. My retinas detached, as they are prone to do when greedy and adventurous retinal blood vessels are gifted extra oxygen.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Same Eyes
In the small, picturesque village of Willowbrook, nestled deep within a dense forest, there was a legend that sent shivers down the spines of its inhabitants. The legend of "The Same Eyes" had been passed down through generations, whispered around campfires and told to children as a cautionary tale. It was said that every year on the night of a full moon, a ghostly figure would appear, bearing the same eyes as someone in the village. The catch was that the person with the matching eyes would meet a strange and unexpected fate.
By KAVI SEN2 years ago in Fiction
Bullet Holes
(For Poppy's January Challege at https://shopping-feedback.today/writers/poppy-s-prompts) Bullet holes Are extra, Wholly holes — Extra holes
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The butcher and the cheese monger
There was once a cheese monger who once a week sold a pound of cheese to a butcher. The cheese monger owned a cheese shop where every class of people could buy a variety of cheeses. Cheeses everyone could enjoy.
By Mieczyslaw Oz2 years ago in Fiction
"Quest for Cosmic Companions: Exploring the Scientific Pursuit of Extraterrestrial Life". Content Warning.
Introduction: In the vast expanse of the cosmos, the tantalizing possibility of life beyond our planet has ignited the curiosity of scientists and astronomers. This article embarks on an exploration of the scientific quest for extraterrestrial life, delving into the methodologies, breakthroughs, and ongoing investigations aimed at uncovering the existence of cosmic companions across the universe.
By Siva N2 years ago in Fiction
"Beyond the Stars: Investigating Reported Encounters and Unexplained Phenomena". Content Warning.
Introduction: The annals of human history bear witness to accounts of inexplicable sightings, encounters, and unexplained phenomena attributed to possible interactions with beings from beyond our world. This article delves into the enigmatic realm of reported alien encounters and unexplained events, probing the narratives, investigations, and enduring mysteries that continue to captivate minds and fuel speculation about extraterrestrial presence.
By Siva N2 years ago in Fiction
The New Dawn
I decided to make a wish for the new year 2024. I knew it was a long shot, since the world was in a mess. But I still hoped for a miracle, and I wanted to see a change, even if it was for the last time. I had written down my wish, a simple but sincere one, that matched my dreams and desires. I had folded it into a paper crane, and placed it on my windowsill. I had whispered it to the stars, and hoped they would listen.
By Peter Idowu2 years ago in Fiction
In the Market for More (or Less)
Every synapse in me stretched outwards hoping to catch her. But it was hopeless. Too many scents and sounds crowded my ability to find her, her braided hair becoming another pattern in the fabrics along the stalls. I could barely hear the sizzling and shouts of the vendors above my pounding heart, yet I could not seem to persuade my feet to move forward. I was frozen in a space that never stopped moving.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction