E.B. Johnson
Bio
I like to write about the things that interest me.
Stories (40/0)
How Narcissistic People Manipulate Their Partners and Spouses
There are few things than being trapped in a relationship with a narcissist. While I was fortunate enough to avoid this trap in my intimate relationships, it was something I witnessed over and over again growing up. The narcissists in my family (especially my mother) loved using manipulative tactics to control their partners.
By E.B. Johnson 11 months ago in Humans
Is Your Relationship Making You Anxious? Here's What to Do About It.
I have a diabolical relationship history. Cheating, abuse, financial manipulation you name it — I’ve had it happen. None of those relationships really haunt me, however. It’s the good men I pushed away with my all-consuming relationship anxiety.
By E.B. Johnson 12 months ago in Humans
The Fall of Aletheia's House
Part 1 Ella slammed the door shut and put her back against it. Sweat was pouring down her face. It stung her eyes, gluing long tendrils of dark, curling hair to her jaw and down the length of her neck. She was soaking in sweat and couldn’t stop her heavy breathing or the pounding in her chest. Outside, moving away from the old ramshackle building, the sound of sirens exploded.
By E.B. Johnson 12 months ago in Fiction
How Well Does AI Really Handle Your Human Emotions?
In the olden days (2 decades ago) we used to take our problems to public columnists. Writers like Dr. Joyce fielded questions from across the globe all of which came from frustrated, heartbroken, lonely souls who needed answers to their most painful questions. We called these columnists "agony aunts", and they helped many of us learn valuable lessons and skills in terms of our human relationships and our big emotional upsets.
By E.B. Johnson 12 months ago in 01
In Hope of Tomorrow
Dear Tomorrow, Does this letter find you well? Does it find you in a better state of mind? Here it rains all the time and nothing is ever as it seems. Fogs roll in, making it hard to find you. I wonder, do you look for me in that fog? I can't help but hope you are hopeful of a better day too.
By E.B. Johnson about a year ago in Poets
Set Wide the Window
"Do you come here often?" It was a cliche question made even more cliche by the fact that it was being asked in an emergency room. I rolled my eyes. Having been in the lowest spiral of my life over the last three weeks, the last thing I wanted to do was trade banter with a triage nurse at three o'clock in the morning. No matter how attractive or Australian they were.
By E.B. Johnson about a year ago in Humans
Dolly Parton and Miley Cyrus are Trending Again. Here's Why That's a Bad Thing.
When Miley Cyrus and her godmother, Dolly Parton, released their duet “Rainbowland” in 2017, they had no idea of the controversy it would cause. “It’s really about if we could love one another a little better or be a little kinder,” Parton told people in an interview promoting the new song. Little did she know, it would become one of the biggest controversies on the internet and in a Wisconsin school district.
By E.B. Johnson about a year ago in Pride
- Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk
When the Demons Ride from HellRunner-Up in If Walls Could Talk
In Whitechapel, no one questioned if walls could talk. It was only a matter of what stories they would tell. Where some walls held secrets, the walls in this pocket of the city held revelations. Dark truths. Memories of sights that could shake the foundation of a world that was still trying to take shape.
By E.B. Johnson about a year ago in Fiction
What Fantasy Race Arguments Really Say About Us
It has been weeks, and still the backlash rages on. You can turn to any corner of the internet and find it, raging internet trolls whose lives have been “destroyed”. Not by war or any government mandates. No. By the choice of Disney+ to release a straight-to-television version of The Little Mermaid in which the lead role (Ariel) is played by a Black woman.
By E.B. Johnson 2 years ago in Humans
Becoming Another (PT I)
“Pick it up.” “No.” “I said pick it up.” It took three more minutes of arguing before they got it folded it into the trunk. Stellisa and her father climbed back into the old Ford and he grunted as the keys clicked over and the engine roared to life. They didn’t speak a word until they were long down the highway.
By E.B. Johnson 2 years ago in Fiction