Psychological
Lingering Dread
The first time I had the dream, I was truly exhausted. I remember that it had taken me quite a bit of effort for me to finish the dishes and wipe down the sink and counters. I don’t like to go to bed with tasks unfinished. It makes me feel anxious. Otherwise, I would have dropped the sponge into the water and crawled into the bed without even changing into my nightgown. I was that tired. Instead, I had pushed through my tasks even though I was dead on my feet, as the saying goes.
Suzy Jacobson CherryPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Have You Come Back, Grandma and Grandad?
I sit by your knee, drinking a warm cup of tea. Grandad is sitting in his chair with his foot on his stool, watching the television.
Carol TownendPublished about 9 hours ago in Fiction Echoing Dream
Jun shuffled through the aisles of the dimly lit library, the faint smell of old books lingering in the air. It was past closing time, but he had lost track of it again, buried in the world of forgotten words and ancient tales. Han, his close friend and colleague, waved to him from behind the circulation desk, a knowing smile on his face.
Past, Present, and ?
I should have asked Lora sooner. A week and a half of the same nightmare, waking up in sweat, the rest at night I needed ruined, the day spent dragging my knuckles through work like an unproductive Zombie. Lora and I had been friends since Grade 3. Twenty years of solid friendship. If I couldn't trust her then who? She was on a new-age religious path, one that emphasized dreams, and she was the smartest girl in school. So why had I waited?
Paul MerkleyPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionThe Clock
I'm standing in an ornate room, unable to account for how I got here. My gaze is fixed on the chiming grandfather clock in the corner. “Bong, bong, bong.” All at once I become aware of three things; I know this house, I’ve got to find the box, and time is slipping.
Meagan DionPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Author of Visions
Redness made up the river Seine. On the waves read the name in bright white Impact typeface, PARIS. A woman talked on the phone, walking along the water. She spoke with hushed tones all the while. Her face could be cupped and held with tenderness.
Skyler SaundersPublished about 17 hours ago in Fiction She Didn’t Get It Out Of Her Heart! Part II
Tonya eased her back. “She keeps reminding me of him and what he did to me,” she wailed. “Get help! Go to therapy! Do something to get the hatred out of your heart! But don’t punish her for her father’s sins!”
Annelise LordsPublished about 21 hours ago in FictionSome scientific hypotheses shed more light on the spiritual world
Different perspectives on the spiritual world Common understanding Each person's understanding and perception of the spiritual world is different. People without a scientific mind think of the spiritual world as a world associated with demons and gods. Demons and spirits can bless and harm people, and live in other dimensions interwoven with the world in which we live. When such people burn incense to worship their ancestors, it is because they think that their ancestors will bless them. This person's act of burning incense is considered an act of religious belief.
Starlight Manor
They leave the next morning. Weyah cries in Lise’s arms, and then into her brother’s, sniveling into his white shirt, and they say their tearful goodbyes before they break away.
angela hepworthPublished a day ago in FictionThe Bag - Pursuit
This microfiction is part of a series. In order: The Bag; Jason's Dilemma; The Girl; Jason and the Girl; The Skewered Apple; Girl, Disrupted; Reward; Him; Master of the Games/The Guard; Discovery;
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionPower in your words
In a world where silence often feels like the norm, the power of words can be profound. Words have the ability to shape minds, ignite revolutions, and change the course of history. They hold within them the potential to inspire, to comfort, to challenge, and to heal. With each syllable uttered or written, we weave a tapestry of human experience,
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in FictionFalling in Love with Pain
There’s a curious allure to pain, an inexplicable magnetism that draws us in, whispers sweet nothings in our ears, and wraps us in its cold embrace. It’s a paradoxical dance we engage in, tiptoeing on the precipice between pleasure and agony, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm of our own suffering. In this enigmatic waltz, we find ourselves entangled, finding solace in the very thing that causes us anguish.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in Fiction