Psychological
Two Birds
You see there were these two birds who were flying around the sky looking for just the perfect place to light. They saw trees of varying heights and well as bushes that were way too small. They saw this batch of flowers in a bush high on a hill. The soared above this area several times just to make sure no other animals had claimed it. No one has claimed this spot of multi-colored flowers that seem to match their colorings as well. They have found their Home Sweet Home and swooped down to make their claim to living together.
By Mark Graham2 months ago in Fiction
A Trail
There I was walking along as well as kind of being pushed along by some entity. I felt something the moment I entered that path and it seemed to be leading me somewhere yet nowhere. It was cold to warm to hot to warm to cold and then to very cold to almost freezing. I just continued to walk, and it seemed that this entity just wanted some company for a while for it led me to the gates that I entered through what seemed like hours ago but was only about an hour since I came here. Happy Halloween!
By Mark Graham2 months ago in Fiction
You Knew
You weren't supposed to touch it. They told you repeatedly. You knew. You couldn't control your own impulse. You just had to see what all the fuss was about and look where it got you. Where did it get you? You don't even know where "here" is. You do know it's cold, dark, damp. The silence is stifling. No birds. No wind. Nothing. Your feet are bare and your clothes are thin cotton. The chill makes you shiver uncontrollably.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Fiction
Nothing To Lose Part 11
In the middle of the night, two very unexpected visitors will throw Jonas two very different kinds of loops. Part 11 He woke up in bed but felt like he hadn't rested at all. The sound of heavy trucks moving through the area brought him to his feet. Jonas pulled the curtain aside. They were military transport and a flatbed, and then another. Their heavy engines roared as the drivers pushed through the flooded streets, sending waves after waves of storm runoff into the yards and driveways. He could see the waters were now near two feet high. Jonas wondered when the rain was going to stop.
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Fiction
The Arbarist
I tiptoed up the stairs, moving over the middle step that often creaked. No one needed to know I had been down here or out of bed at all. I carefully twisted the handle to the bedroom and slipped inside, noiselessly shutting it behind me. My wife moaned lightly and flopped over on the bed. She was facing me now, and her arm was outstretched over my side. I sighed deeply. She didn’t move. She didn’t wake up enough to notice I wasn’t in bed with her. I took several steps towards the bed and did my best to crawl inside without touching her. Once stable, I adjusted and pulled her arm over me, lightly. Again, she did not wake up.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
In a Yellow Wood
It’s 3:15 in the afternoon, you check the clock again. Wondering if he’s alright. A gnaw in the pit of your stomach like every weekday afternoon. What if she’s trying to get back in his life again? Would she do that behind your back? You don’t trust her not to, so you set out the pizza rolls on a pan and stick them in the oven. 3:16, he’s late. Then you go to the living room and peek out through the curtains. There he is, standing there talking to the girl from down the street. She’s a cute girl and you notice the way Michael blushes as she twirls her hair around her finger. He’s not on his bike; he’s holding the handles as if he walked it home instead of riding it. Probably to walk alongside her. You look down the sidewalk and see another kid, head down, hands in his hoodie pockets. A loner. You can relate; you didn’t have many friends growing up either. That’s probably what made you so easy for your ex. She wrapped you around all five fingers and some toes. Someone, especially someone that beautiful, gave you attention. That was all it took. The kid with the hoodie looks up, directly at you, making eye contact. You duck back inside. But not before you saw little Suzie or whatever her name is down the street give your son Michael a peck on the cheek. He was bright red. You rush back to the kitchen.
By Raine Fielder2 months ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Guest
You step off the train into the damp evening air, the collar of your coat pulled high against the chill. The platform is empty, save for a single flickering streetlamp that casts long, warped shadows across the concrete. You check your watch, realizing with a sudden spike of adrenaline that you are exactly an hour late. You curse under your breath. A slip of paper flutters out of your pocket, and as you reach down to grab it, you link you hear footsteps echoing right behind you. You whip your head around to see the branches of a small tree tapping on a nearby station window. A breath you didn’t realize you were holding escapes from your lips. You’ve never been to this part of town before, and you pull your coat tighter against yourself as you examine the slip of paper under the street light that is fluttering in time with your nerves.
By Ellie Hoovs2 months ago in Fiction
