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Safe Travels
It was a Wednesday afternoon, the last day in May, but the temperatures were already soaring. I sat in a rundown bus station in Tennessee, waiting for the bus that would take me on my first solo road trip. I was going to a conference in Orlando for young leaders of tomorrow.
By Morgan Rhianna Blandabout a year ago in Psyche
Spice Up Your Life
Children are not angels. They are animals—creatures made of flesh and pure instinct. I know because I used to be one—specifically the kind that tends to be on the receiving end of other children’s most unbridled dispositions.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Psyche
Doubts at the Deadline. Top Story - September 2024.
The Day of the Deadline Today was the last day to put forward my efforts. To say I was lacking in confidence was an understatement. It would be more realistic to say I was as close to just missing the deadline completely and being done with it all. To put it plainly, I was completely and utterly petrified. This wasn't even my first rodeo, so to speak, but my nerves never seemed to get any easier to manage. Still, though I wanted to put my work forward. Glutton for punishment, maybe? Even if I didn't win anything, which, of course, would be nice I sure I still had something of worth to share. However, I am left sitting here, as I have done so often in the past as the clock ticks towards the deadline, wondering if I actually really genuinely believe that or if I am just kidding myself that I am any good.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Psyche
The Ghost & The Bus Driver
Eight months pregnant, alone, but not lonely. My mind was focused on preparing my apartment for the November arrival of a newborn. Once a month I allowed myself a shopping trip on the bus after going to my doctor's appointment. I didn't have much money left after groceries and rent but I always had enough for a few baby necessities.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Psyche
The Soft-Spoken Traveler
Her face had long faded from my memory, but I would always remember her voice, and the softness in it when she said the two little words that changed everything: go ahead.
By Emmanuelle Ecritabout a year ago in Psyche
The Yellow Dress
I’ve been standing next to 7/11 for what felt like hours, but it had only been thirty minutes. Dang… it is hot as heck for Chicago.
By Natacha Pierreabout a year ago in Psyche
Escaping the Shadows
It was the biggest day of my career - my first time presenting a major advertising campaign as a junior copywriter for a prestigious ad agency. My nerves were shot, my palms were sweaty, and my heart was pounding like a jackhammer.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Psyche
All Izz Well
Raining drastically, she felt like stepping out. She wanted to be out of her home and also not get drenched. Maybe a warm cup of chocolate, she thought. She stepped out with her big, colorful umbrella representing the LGBTQ Pride. Filled with an iffy mood of not wanting any raindrops on her, she held her umbrella closer to her. But then, the rain was pouring heavily, and she felt wet from all her sides. She wanted to be away, a getaway to escape from getting drenched, but she determined not to go home. She looked around, but nothing interesting came up. Nothing caught her eye, and the cafe she wanted to go to, seemed crowded.
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Psyche
I avoid, that is my problem
Yes, I am depressed, possibly. I have never admitted it before, and now I am soon sixty, an old woman. I look depressed. Or do I just look old? It is so sad when you have a family and they stare at you wondering how you are, but they don’t want to ask. Not because they’re not interested, not because they feel it has got nothing to do with them. Perhaps because they don’t have the energy, or you didn't teach them how to care.
By Ali Mannabout a year ago in Psyche
So Close, And So They Begin, (An Excerpt) . Content Warning.
He heard the sound, the loud, pained moan. He stopped scraping the tree bark he was collecting. "Hello?" He called. "S-someone there?" He heard another soft groan. He started walking in the direction. As he got closer, the groans turned to whimpers. They came into clear view of each other. He tucked his book into his pocket, and crouched down, meeting the wounded deer in the bear trap at eye level. "Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a pickle." He scooted himself a little closer. The doe didn't move. "That looks like it hurts pretty badly." She let out a little whimper. "I can help you with that." He inched a little closer, reaching into his other pocket, pulling out a vial. He broke the wax around the cork. The doe remained still. He crept closer and closer.
By Tinka Boudit She/Herabout a year ago in Psyche
A human cannot
Dreams are an intrinsic part of human existence often symbolizing hopes desires and aspirations that drive us forward in life Whether it’s a lifelong ambition or a fleeting idea dreaming is an ever present force that shapes our journey Similarly food which nourishes our body and soul holds a special place in our lives. Just as we can never stop dreaming food plays a significant role in how we envision our future how we celebrate lifes milestones and how we bond with others. In this article we will explore the deep connection between dreaming and food and how these two vital elements of life are intertwined
By Jacobabout a year ago in Psyche
The Thing About Terrorism. Top Story - September 2024.
Today in the States, we recall a moment of darkness. Hijacked Planes, crashing into towers. Chaos, Death, Confusion, Pain, Anger.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)about a year ago in Psyche