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Most recently published stories in Psyche.

Anxiety
The sun dressed my skin in the warm glow of morning. 19th July- Afternoon In a small coastal town situated in the lower-right quadrant of a bay, is the space I reside in. There is no-thing in particular that gives me a sense of belonging here, here was just what was. There is the coastal town itself, a former decorated resort before the war economic changes in the form of gradual decline and globalisation lead to travellers going further afield. All that remained; stayed and slowly over the course of time what stayed, ceased-defunct. There is an enigmatic property to these rural towns, some untapped history of value, hiding in the sheer red cliffs and the lumbering pines that overhang them these giants rise above the shore, mussels greet the tide from their sleepy seaweed digs against vivid red sands which give way to abyssal calm waters, contrasting themselves to an endless sky. At dawn the sun rises skyward from the ocean-depths taking its mantle on the horizon, directly above a holy-white aisle only a fool would think they could touch the altar.
By Matthew5 years ago in Psyche
Nights are Different in Hospitals
Nights are different in hospitals. It's quieter yet murmuring restlessly with a dry whispery voice all its own. Felt more than heard, the pain of the suffering, the comfort of pain relieved, the Souls transitioning that couldn't bear to leave with their families around. They instead depart quietly, holding the hands of family waiting for them, then almost running towards others in the misty distance. Joy
By Jimmie Sherrill5 years ago in Psyche
In Honor of International Women's Day, I'd like to speak to the women who won't be celebrated.
It's the age-old "they'll only do it once". Generally referring to a child touching a hot surface or another action that causes a negative reaction. But it seems more often than not, many of us don't quite learn from our mistakes.
By Dena Danzig5 years ago in Psyche
The Skin She's In
“Ew. Do you see this? I hate this role,” Debbie said pinching her stomach. “I have one, too,” Kate said grabbing her sides.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Psyche
Why are Cancers labelled criers?
“Cancer, when was the last time you cried? Did you cry today?” A TikTok user mocks. I love watching Zodiac related Tiktoks. I find it amazing that astrology and spirituality have taken over the platform and are bringing people together when I myself have felt alone in regards to the topic.
By Antonia Fish5 years ago in Psyche
20 Minutes
My favorite smell will always be the smell of smoke. This is why I love wildfire season. Something about the fact that there are things even man can not tame brings me the slightest joy. The muffled vibrations of my dingy little 1987 Chevy soothe me as I take a deep breath of the dull, smoke-filled mountain air. It was very clear that wildfire season was raging. Driving towards the wildfire made me feel more powerful than the untamed nature, and in only 20 minutes I will use that power to reach my truest joy. I was going to my happy place.
By Alicia Sorensen5 years ago in Psyche
morning glories
The sun rose inexplicably today. It seems impossible given that I’m not living in the same world I inhabited yesterday. Yet, the laws of physics are the same. The sun has risen and it’s radiating summer heat. It’s not right.
By erin lawson5 years ago in Psyche
Half, and Half
Many a pop-starlet was born under the sign of Sagittarius, and though this vocation could not be farther from my life path to date, it is one of the main reasons I have always identified with my sun sign. To be a Sagittarius is to be a performer, whether on the stage of your bedroom floor, or in London’s O2 stadium. Sagittarius has a voice; our challenge is to learn how to use it.
By Kari Erickson5 years ago in Psyche
museum of fire
They cannot know but they do. Galloway did all he could: there is nothing heavier than a secret kept from humankind. When they knew they knew, Galloway preached instruction on acute mental exercises, like a monk explaining god. The lesson was on how to build a prison for a secret in your head. You open a wall in the weakest point of brick. Pry the pieces loose with soft fingertips if you’ve never fortified your personhood with hammers and picks. Now, you are the sharp object. It’s important that you are the sharpest thing in your own room. If that’s not possible, if your mind is too much flesh, wall yourself in. Like he said, it’s important.
By Sarah E. Roy5 years ago in Psyche
Blood Pretzel
The feeling of waking is always unfamiliar. I guess pain does usually comes as a surprise. My eyes are coated in gel- thick and dry and weighing enough to stop my eyes from seeing when I open them. The smudge between me and my surroundings is like one of those tests one of those professors would do (I see rabbits). They’re mocking me. Get on! Go! Go! They shift.
By Oli edgar5 years ago in Psyche
What’s The Price
Have you ever wondered if life is already written out for you? More importantly, if you knew it was, would you want to read the book? maybe you'd skip to the end and live a life of deja vu; or would you choose to seal it shut and allow the contents to remain a mystery?
By Jake Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Just Let Go
Oliver Green was 14 years old when his abusive mother kicked him out. She caught him with a guy. Though, not just any guy, his history teacher. Oliver had always hated history but found himself eager to participate in Mr. Clayster’s class. One day after class, Oliver was asked to stay after, and to be discreet, one thing led to another, Mr. Clayster was a little more friendly than usual, and well you can probably guess the rest. This was one of the many horrific moments in Oliver's life that truly had an impact on how he ended up.
By Alicia Sorensen5 years ago in Psyche