Oliver Millward
Bio
Hi I have just completed a MSc in psychology and feel I want to write psychological novals that centre around existential dread. I read a lot of philosophy particularly the Greeks. Please recommended me some reads and have a read on mine.
Stories (3/0)
Summer Solstice
In the medieval town of Salisbury, a revival of an ancient solstice ritual has unveiled an unexpected power. As the townspeople gathered around the daunting pillars of Stonehenge, a palpable energy coursed through the air; the ancient stones hummed with a low, resonant vibration. Amidst the gathering, a young girl named Lucy stood with her parents, discerning a strange sense of belonging she couldn't quite explain. She had persuaded her parents to take her to Stonehenge for the summer solstice as it was the only time the rocks could be touched.
By Oliver Millwardabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Freeing of the shadows
Every night, I am thrust into the centre of an immense, bustling city square surrounded by towering buildings with faceless grotesques. The dense, homogenous crowd speed around each individual had no distinguishable features. Despite the busyness, an eerie silence pervades the city. There is a palpable sense of isolation amidst the throng, not unlike the awkwardness of visiting a place for the first time. Still, even after countless visits here, I do not belong. However, it is only myself who felt these types of emotions. The crowd moved without sentiment, without a trace of concern. Whenever I was overcome with naivety, I would yell for help, but my voice was always engulfed by the oppressive silence maintained within the anonymous mass.
By Oliver Millward26 days ago in Fiction
The Enlightening. Content Warning.
Where am I? Why am I here? The initial self-interrogation during my reoccurring nightmare. There are only two alternatives in the incapacious pathway, pitch black behind me, no expectancy of reaching any answers going that direction, envisioning the darkness to be boundless, a glimmer of light to the front intrigue's investigation as it has on countless occasions. Each time I pray, it will end differently. The light must be the route out, the thoughts of the naïve version of my former self. In actuality, it was a way in. As I stride towards the assumed departure of the corridor, I try to touch the walls to the side, but my hands do not grip, or the wall moves away; I'm not sure...
By Oliver Millward29 days ago in Psyche