john bruce
Bio
Writing enthusiast. Avid reader. Imgur creeper. Videogamer. History lover. Scoliosis sufferer. Traveler. Obsessed with scifi.
I've got a Bachelor of Philosophy (critical thinker/lover of wisdom) with a focus on ethics and diversity.
Stories (6/0)
15 Ways to Manage a Panic Attack at Work
That sudden feeling of sheer terror. Am I having a heart attack? Dying? Going crazy? Why won’t it stop? If you’ve ever experienced a panic attack, then you know just how terrible this experience can be. It can happen when something triggers a trauma or it can wake you up mid-sleep, seemingly for no reason.
By john bruce3 years ago in Psyche
Gardener of Destruction
05/03/???? 10 by 10 by 10. The dimensions of my box are just enough for me and my thoughts. Demons are at the door but I have all I need in here. Food and water appear regularly inside an admittedly confusing and seemingly magical drawer. Even my waste magically disappears down some pipe. Never again will I suffer the outside. Never again will the desert wring every last drop of water from me. Never again will I have to wear 3 layers of clothes to avoid radiation damage from our sun. On and on, forever trading one dystopian situation for the next.
By john bruce3 years ago in Fiction
Old Dog Luck
“You may be the bigger brother, but always remember that I was the bigger man.” “That it? That’s all he wrote?” “I don’t think there was anything else to say. I was a rat-bastard of a brother to em. If things went my way, he’d be dead in some mass grave and I’d be living the life of luxury aboard the Celestine… but to be honest Davy, I’m glad it ended up like this.”
By john bruce3 years ago in Fiction
Heart-shaped Protector
Like many children growing up in traumatic circumstances, I had an imaginary friend. Mine was a giant armor-clad woman with gorgeous amber hair and tired blue eyes. Her armor was sleek and beautifully ornate, primarily painted red with white and green accents. Midst my dreams, she’d take me on adventures to stunning garden worlds with the most breathtaking alien flora and fauna. I’d ride atop her shoulder admiring the endless fields of flowers and curious creatures as she told me stories of her battles amongst the stars. Lanora would tell me to never forget that I was part of a brave and noble race. And that she was doing everything she could to earn our salvation. For many years, those dreams were the only place I ever felt safe.
By john bruce3 years ago in Fiction
