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Most recently published stories in Psyche.

Tick Tock
Wednesday February 17, 2021 Tick tock. 3:40 / $2.28, 3:45 / $2.64, 3:50 / $1.19…. stupid, stupid “power hour.” My brokerage account screams red and my boyfriend, Algrodelfo (ticker ALFO) continues to taunt and tease me. I’m his own personal slut - too weak to resist, too strong to lose. This is my long-standing love/hate relationship with Algro. Closing bell, down $400 on the day. Fuck me running. *Reminds self that red is my favorite color*… ok, deep breath.
By JBL5 years ago in Psyche
The Leader, The Sun & The Moon
The class of children called them Goggle Faces. They knew about the nickname given to them, but didn’t mind. Of course, when they were school children they too had a name for the technicians that visited their school, peering over clipboards with a kind smile.
By Andrew H5 years ago in Psyche
No Such Thing As Genius Without A Little Pain
He dipped his bread in a muddy cup of coffee and munched on it with the good side of his teeth. His right side, that is. The left one was no good, filled as it was with wobbly nubs, bent and crooked like old tombstones. Some probably still held the indents of Paul’s hungry knuckles.
By Cristina Maria5 years ago in Psyche
The Sad Black Girl
I lost my cool at work today. The details don’t really matter, but suffice it to say, this is not a regular occurrence for me. No, this story isn’t about the angry black woman. It’s a story about the sad black girl.
By Izzieonline5 years ago in Psyche
The Pastel-Paisley Loveseat
Dolly’s cane puckered along the gummy linoleum floor as the bells on the door behind her jingled back to rest. Her feet, wrapped in spandex diabetic socks and Velcro-fastened tennis shoes, shuffled behind.
By Seamus Kelly5 years ago in Psyche
It was just the cat.
The smell of coffee wafted through the air and hit me like a warm embrace right before the machine sounded, signaling the liquid of the gods was ready to be devoured.
By Victoria Petersen5 years ago in Psyche
November 3rd, 2020
It was a dull, overcast Autumn evening, a perfect day for a stroll before dinner. The gentleman went to his favorite coffee shop to pick up his usual, then crossed the street to sit in the sunshine as he drank. He had just settled down when something blocked his sunlight. He peered up at a rather tall man standing above him. The stranger smiled brightly at him, holding out a bag from the local sandwich shop.
By Lauren Solomon5 years ago in Psyche
30 Years vs. 3 Days
A calendar hanging on the ceiling read May 4th, 1962. I rubbed my eyes and giggled but then I thought, who came into my home to play a dumb joke?
By Destynee Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Behind the mind of Olivia
Beyond the vacant mind of Olivia lives a tumultuous past that she bears no recollection of. She knows her name, birthday, social security number and emergency contact but nothing else is present on her release forms from the hospital. At this moment, lying in a hospital gown, connected to an IV and a plethora of machines, Olivia is strangers with her reflection in the mirror. A reflection that she avoids as the thought of leering at the lifeless figure before her sends a repulsive chill through her borrowed body. Olivia is overwhelmed with the looming question that has flooded her mind since she awakened to the fluorescent lighting of the intensive care unit; how do I live a life that doesn’t belong to me? She hasn’t the slightest memory of life before feeling like an entity taking over another’s soul. How does she pick up where her former self left off? The obvious answer is to leave with her mother, Bethany and endur an awkward car ride with a woman whose eyes remain full of heavy tears on the cusps of falling. Bethany’s failed attempts at getting Olivia to converse in the messy minivan, that reeks of cigarette smoke, only makes Olivia feel less connected to this new life of her’s.
By Georgia Monroe5 years ago in Psyche
Black Iris
I have always hated the outdoors; the bugs, the smell, the dirt, and the never-ending trees. I used to consider myself to be a pretty fearless person or as close to it as one can be, but when it came to a hike in the middle of nowhere, I had rather been sleeping next to the rustic hearth keeping warm. That wish will never come true thanks to a bet my friends and I made, I had to begin a long and useless trek into the middle of the woods to find an elusive flower called the Balck Iris. No matter how much I complain, I was actually a little intrigued, I have never felt so drawn to a plant I have only seen online before. Hours went by unnoticed due to the trance I was in and just as the sun was starting to go down, with no trail to follow I walked aimlessly deeper into the immeasurable overgrowth.
By Jo. Leo5 years ago in Psyche
The Boy, the Mother, and the Money.
Part I There’s not much to say when you’re unexpectedly gifted $20,000 in cash, especially when the donor is a complete stranger.
By Alyssa T.5 years ago in Psyche
Justice
My phone screen inspired me. Ok, everyone says that happens, but does it ever truly happen? By happen, I mean move you to tears, shake your soul, make you question your very purpose in life *glancing eyes emoji.*
By I5 years ago in Psyche