Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Short-Lived
“Abby! You’re going to be late for your own graduation!” Abigail’s mother yells from the island in the kitchen. Abigail tosses clothes from inside of her closet, rolling her eyes at her mother’s screeching. She grabs her cap and gown and throws the gown over her shoulder. She slides her feet into her flats and heads for the stairs.
By Michelle Santana5 years ago in Psyche
Violent Silence
It was his third time at my house that day. Each time was more aggressive, angrier and more violent. I was beginning to fear him but more so fear for him. We were not strangers. I knew his patterns and techniques of manipulations, but he was bound to come across someone else. Someone with a fuse as short as his. I knew what he wanted, and I knew who he wanted, but my patience was wearing thin as he continued to bang on the door with my six month old trying to sleep. My husband wasn’t home so reluctantly I went downstairs to my mother’s basement apartment to tell her “He’s out here again.” We paused for a brief moment to see who would fold first. Would she finally come up and give him the ten dollars he was asking for, or would I return to the door, for the third time empty handed.
By Nicole Franklin5 years ago in Psyche
Fountain pens are still a thing
Fountain Pens Are Still A Thing By: The ADHD Accountant – Krid Welcome to our little community. We’re all around you; you may know one of us. You might even be on of us. Let me give you a quick tour of how I ended up down the rabbit hole; I’m no Alice but you may find a wonder land like I have. And you too may find Wonder Pens to be enabling…
By ADHD Accountant5 years ago in Psyche
Plans for the New Year
Sid was my only friend. I met him in 2014 working as waiters at the same restaurant, trying to make ends meet while following our artsy dreams at NYU. We balanced each other out, me and Sid. My long, dark hair, muted clothes, and introverted tendencies made it impossible to keep up with the bright, fun, quirky painters I studied alongside. When I met Sid, his beaming smile and overly positive attitude led me to assume he would be the same. But Sid's bleached blonde hair matched his 2006 emo-like fashion, and he kept everything down to his wrists and ankles covered. His clear blue eyes were tense, and his positive attitude felt soft, delicate, and quite frankly, sad. I don't think many people felt the sadness behind his mask, but the first time I saw his smile break when he thought no one was looking, I felt it and felt drawn to him. I quickly grew to enjoy his company.
By Maygen Bazemore5 years ago in Psyche
I Believe Therefore I Am
When you are building a house, you don’t just start off with the foundation. When you are building a house you must first survey the land, you have to understand the soil content, understand what’s under there. Sometimes you must dig down before you can build up. In the Kemetic yoga sequence that I often do, every time you approach your yoga mat, your yoga mat is a reflection of you. It is a reflection of where you are.
By Thai Cromer5 years ago in Psyche
Five Rules of Adventure. Top Story - March 2021.
01. “He was a bit of a closed book.” - Go to Page 2. ____________________________________ 02. As you rifle through your late father’s meager but neatly organized possessions up in the family attic, you come upon a little black notebook under a stack of old photo albums.
By Nikita Emtsov5 years ago in Psyche
Leap Fidei
He never feared death. From the moment Philip was 9 years old he'd stopped fearing death, no, what he feared most was never having lived. His toes dangled over the edged, the dirt was mixed with sediment rocks that dug into the soles of his feet, he barely felt it. He stood distracted by the crashing sound of the waves hitting the bottom of the cliff wall just 15 feet in front of him and stared blankly into the gaping hole beneath him. Complete darkness leaked from it almost licking the tips of his toes, he couldn't see past 2 feet down, eyeing its dirt walls.
By Kassandra Mans5 years ago in Psyche
Are You The Master or The Student?
A lot of times when we are leveling up our being, when we are striving for something more, gaining a new skill set, trying something new, we often look outside of ourselves for the thing that is going to teach us. In the last year I have lived in California, and got to a point at the top of this year where I wanted to start to make money off of the things I do naturally. So I started brainstorming the things that I do naturally; yoga every single day, social media every single day, and I was pondering ways to make online income from those things, which brought me full circle to feeling like all of the skill sets thatI have capped out at my knowledge of them or use of them in an independent way.
By Thai Cromer5 years ago in Psyche
Devil in the Details
It’s the not the kind of alley that’s seen much skipping. It’s the kind you pass through quickly - if you must at all - with eyes down. Willing yourself invisible, your peripherals on high alert. A street you don’t want to be alone in. Pungent smell of piss and smoke and stagnant, moldy water. Yet it’s skipping that Mack is most certainly doing. He can’t help himself. His feet carry him. He skips, glides, spins and jumps. At times he has to stop and theatrically yoink back up his oversized pants, as their frayed and greasy half-cuffs scrape the bitumen with an especially boisterous bounce. He’s meandering all over, yet he knows where he’s headed. Where else to go when one has Very Big News, but to the object of your heart’s desire. He rounds the corner. Her familiar, half-bored scowl elicits in him an involuntary grin somehow wider than his ears. She rolls her eyes as she sees him make his bee-line and makes to move to the far side of the stall. He has anticipated this move, and heads her off with a grin he didn’t think could get any wider.
By Rochelle Strongarm5 years ago in Psyche
