Psychological

The Shelter of Urban Decay?
You know the address. You know where "that" area is. What do you call it? The ghetto? The bad neighborhood? Gangsta's Paradise? Was it you who said, "I wouldn't be caught dead there?" Yeah. I was morbidly curious, but that's not how I got there.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
Ripple
Thing 1 There I was, nineteen, nursing a swollen lip and feeling stupid. I did not know what I was being brought into. I thought my friend Dainy needed a nanny, so I slept on her sofa and watched her baby. That first week, I told myself I was helping, that I was doing something good. But under that, I was just hiding — from him, from the bruises that never really showed until later.
By Lacie Graysonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Great Race: Rabbit vs. Tortoise
Once upon a time, in a peaceful green meadow surrounded by whispering trees, lived a rabbit named Riley and a tortoise named Toby. Riley was known far and wide for his lightning-fast legs and endless energy. Toby, on the other hand, was quiet, gentle, and slow—but always calm, no matter the situation.
By Zahoor khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sleep Killer: The Man Who Killed in His Sleep and Was Acquitted in Court
The incident that occurred on the night of May 24, 1987, in Hamilton, Canada, not only changed the realms of medical science but also altered legal history. Kenny Parks, a 23-year-old ordinary young man, whose life was forever transformed by that one night. After losing all his savings in horse racing, Kenny fell asleep in a state of despair. He intended to borrow money from his father-in-law the next morning to recover his losses. But fate had something else in store. What happened to Kenny that night, he himself doesn't remember, but its effects remained with him forever. The Horrifying Scene of That Night When all the residents of the city were in deep sleep, at 1:30 AM, Kenny suddenly got up from his bed. His eyes were open, he was standing straight, but the truth was that he was still sleeping. This was the strange condition of sleepwalking, where the body is awake but the brain remains asleep. Without any consciousness, Kenny picked up his car keys, started the car, and traveled 23 kilometers to his in-laws' house. He completed this journey as if moving automatically. Every turn, every stop, every traffic light – he passed through it all without any awareness. The Murderous Attack Upon reaching his in-laws' house, he picked up a knife from the kitchen. What happened next became part of history. Kenny attacked his father-in-law, stabbing him nine times, which proved fatal. When his mother-in-law tried to intervene, she was also seriously injured. The entire incident was so terrifying that it sends shivers down the spine of anyone who hears it. After this, Kenny, with his clothes and hands drenched in blood, went to the police station. The police officers were astonished to see his condition. He kept repeating the same sentence: "I think I've killed some people. I can't remember anything." The Unique Case in Court When this case reached the court, a unique legal battle began. Kenny's lawyers argued that their client was in a state of sleepwalking and was unaware of his actions. They presented evidence that Kenny had been a sleepwalker since childhood and that this problem ran in his family. The lawyers emphasized that Kenny himself had informed the police about the incident, which was a clear sign of his innocence. He remembered nothing of the incident; he hadn't regained consciousness even after changing his blood-stained clothes. Amazing Cases of Sleepwalking There have been several sleepwalking cases worldwide that seem unbelievable but are true: Lee Hadwin - The Artist Who Painted in His Sleep The story of Lee Hadwin from Britain sounds like a movie plot.During the day, he was an ordinary nurse who couldn't even draw. But at night, when he slept, he would get up and create amazing paintings. Upon waking in the morning, he remembered nothing. The paintings he created in his sleep sold for thousands of dollars and were featured in exhibitions worldwide. Sleep Cooking - The Chef Who Cooked in His Sleep Another amazing case is of a person who would get up at night while asleep and cook complete meals.He would go to the kitchen, use all the spices, and prepare complex dishes. Upon waking in the morning, he remembered nothing, only finding the kitchen in a mess. This continued for months until his family installed cameras to record his activities. Sleep Driving There's also the famous case of a woman who drove 15 kilometers in her sleep to her relative's house.Upon waking, she remembered nothing. She couldn't understand how she had reached her cousin's house. In the Words of Science - What is Sleepwalking? Sleepwalking, medically known as "somnambulism," is actually a complex sleep disorder. It occurs during the third stage of sleep (NREM Stage 3), which is the deep sleep phase. During this, the human brain and body are in a completely different state. Performance of Brain Parts: Frontal Lobe - This is the part responsible for decision-making, moral thinking, and logical reasoning. During sleepwalking, it becomes completely inactive. This is why sleepwalkers are unaware of their actions. Amygdala - This is the center of emotions. During sleepwalking, it can become active, which is why sleepwalkers can sometimes enter states of anger or fear. Hippocampus - This is the memory center. During sleepwalking, it remains inactive, which is why sleepwalkers remember nothing upon waking. Brain Stem - This controls basic physical movements. It remains active during sleepwalking, which is why people can walk and perform tasks. Complete Explanation of Sleep Stages: NREM Stage 1 - This is the light sleep stage that lasts 5-10 minutes. One can easily wake up during this stage. NREM Stage 2 - This is the initial stage of deep sleep. The heartbeat slows down, body temperature decreases. It lasts about 20 minutes. NREM Stage 3 - This is the true deep sleep stage. It lasts 30-40 minutes. Sleepwalking occurs during this stage. It's very difficult to wake up during this phase. REM Sleep - This is the dreaming stage. The brain is active but the body is paralyzed. It lasts about 10 minutes. What Can a Person Do While Sleepwalking? Research has proven that during sleepwalking, a person can not only walk but also do much more: · Drive a car · Cook food · Have conversations · Create paintings · Play musical instruments · Even commit murder However, remember that despite all these activities, the person remains unaware of their actions and remembers nothing upon waking. The Historic Court Decision In Kenny Parks' case, after carefully examining all the evidence, expert testimonies, and medical reports, the court decided that Kenny was a victim of "automatism." The court stated that he could not be found guilty because he had no intention to kill. The verdict stated: "A person cannot be punished for their dreams. When a person has no intention, they cannot be called a criminal." Kenny was acquitted, but the court ordered that he be kept under medical supervision. He was instructed to undergo regular treatment. Is Murder Possible During Sleepwalking? This is the question that comes to everyone's mind. According to experts, yes, murder during sleepwalking is possible. In fact, there have been more than 20 verified cases worldwide where people have killed while sleepwalking. From 1987 until now, several such cases have been registered in the United States, Canada, Britain, and Australia. They all have one thing in common - the criminal was unaware of their crime. Causes of Sleepwalking There can be several causes of sleepwalking: · Family history (heredity) · Lack of sleep · Stress and anxiety · Alcohol or drug use · Certain medications · Mental pressure · Fever or illness Safety Measures Some precautionary measures are essential for sleepwalking patients: · Sleep in a separate room · Keep doors and windows closed · Lock away dangerous objects · Sleep on the floor · Install alarm systems · Get regular treatment from a doctor Lessons and Outcomes Kenny Parks' story teaches us several important lessons: First lesson: The human brain remains a mystery to science. We still haven't completely understood its complexities. Second lesson: Law should move together with human psychology and medical science. Intent is essential behind every crime. Third lesson: Mental health and sleep problems should be taken seriously. Timely treatment can prevent bigger problems. Final Word Kenny Parks is still alive today and living an ordinary life. However, he goes to sleep with fear every night. He says: "I always fear that my body and brain might stand against me again." This story reminds us that sometimes reality can be more amazing than fiction. And that justice doesn't just mean punishment, but understanding the truth and making decisions accordingly.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
Behind the Display
Then came the notification at 2:47 a.m.: “Ring motion detected on your doorbell.” Emma would have almost missed it. Well, maybe just another raccoon or a lost delivery driver. But she was awake, mindlessly scrolling on her phone, and her reflexes prompted her to tap the alert. The live feed showed fuzzy night-vision-green images.
By Neli Ivanovaabout a year ago in Fiction
ICU. Content Warning.
The video bell rang and I answered it. It was dark and rainy out, and there was thunder as well, but I was not expecting anyone, so I was a bit wary of it. I hadn't ordered anything from Amazon or Just Eat, so I wondered who it was.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Reflections of the Lake
The bus stopped with a jolt. Ethan Ward stepped down, his notebook tucked under his arm, and looked around. The lake was bigger than he had imagined — silent, silver, and endless. The mountains behind it looked like sleeping giants.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Village
The road had been empty for hours. Daniel Gray adjusted the rearview mirror, staring at the endless ribbon of dirt stretching ahead. His GPS had stopped working twenty minutes ago, and now even the signal bar was gone.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Scarlet Vs Autumn
One is loud, fierce, unapologetic, a burning force that refuses to be dismissed. The other is quiet, composed, restrained no less powerful, just patient in her defiance. I used to think one was “right” and one was “wrong.” That I had to pick between fire and silence. But I’ve learned that survival often requires both. This poem is my conversation between those selves Scarlet, the flame. Autumn, the calm. And Zeal, the one who decides which one to release. I am Scarlet, a fire molded through pain. I burn where shadows linger, speak loud where voices fade away. Standing at the edge of adversaries, I demand the world witness my hurt. Bold, impulsive, confident — My crimson never denies confrontation. I am Autumn, quiet, reserved, carrying grief beneath layers of pride. I let the seasons pass, moving forward in small, stubborn increments. Impatience gnaws at me, anger simmers quietly, smolders low. I have no need for fire. I am content with simplicity — with persistence that whispers: let go. And I am Zeal, the balance between blaze and hush. I watch Scarlet roar, while Autumn withdraw’. I remain the barrier, choosing when to act, when to yield. To me, defense feel like weakness; some things must simply slide. Scarlet strikes, flames consuming the old, sparks planting fertile soil. Autumn steps back, silent, observing — moving slowly, impatience hidden under measured calm. And I, Zeal, navigate the space between. I hold firm at my center, letting both voices exist without letting either take control. By day, I wear the sun, my mask stitched neatly across my face. Beneath it, Scarlet burns, Autumn breathes, and I steer my ship, captain, crew, and course — undaunted by the storms they often stir. I am Zeal. On this ground I stand firm: balanced, whole, in full control. If you’ve ever felt like you’re both too much and not enough, this is for you. Some days we roar. Some days we withhold. Some days we simply try to make it through without breaking into pieces. Maybe strength isn’t choosing one or the other. Maybe it’s knowing when to burn and when to breathe. If this piece mirrors a part of you, stay connected. I write for the ones who survived their own storms. ZealCanvas
By Zelia's Canvasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Song We Never Finished. AI-Generated.
The first time Leo heard Amara sing, it was in a dimly lit bar on the east side of the city. The kind of place where dreams and whiskey sounded the same.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
Regrets?
My dearest love, I am writing to you knowing that you are unlikely to read this wherever you are in the afterlife, but you can't say I didn't try. I write for three reasons:
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Fiction
Imagery
June sat on a bench stationed against a big nim tree in the green grass field beside her house near the small garden admiring the scenery. Accompanied by the sound of cars passing by and people walking home dressed in their finest attires returning from church while exchanging greeting with her neighbors and people they meet along the way including Mrs. Salomé a small shop owner opposite her house. She was also dress in a nice attire and had just arrived from church. Mrs. Salomé spotted her and greeted; shouting from across the street, Juliana how are you?
By IMPERAI. Aabout a year ago in Fiction