Psychological
Mad Woman
“My name is Lainey, but for most of my life people have called me Alice. Alice because I spent too much time dreaming, living in my imagination, much like Alice in Wonderland. They often told me, ‘It’s all in your head, Alice, dear,’ as if that would explain away how and why I saw the world differently. Whether what I saw was real or not made no difference; I saw them, and they talked to me no matter how much I ignored them.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 14. Content Warning.
Ch 14: Reward Dylan December 20th, 2024- Woodside Motel- 9:20 PM Isabella awoke, although barely, from her hypothermic slumber. Her eyes were glassy; partially unfocused like an exhausted child, or maybe a human-like doll. A startling appearance to behold, but at least she's alive.
By Rain Dayze2 months ago in Fiction
I’ll Dance At Your Wedding
Spring. A time of “re’s”: renewal, rejoicing, rebirth. I love spring. Or, I used to. So did she. This was my thought process as I stumbled from my warm, comfy bed to the bathroom. I didn’t notice the out of place bright sunshine streaming through the window: a window that should have been shaded by bushy tree foliage. My faithful dog, not in quite his usual place, looked at me reproachfully when I tripped on his tail. I noticed that. Darn old mastiff trying to kill me. Me: seventy-eight. Him: twelve. To be fair that equates to about eighty four in people time so, maybe he’s the forgetful one. He’s got as much grey in his fur as I do. And … forgetful enough to be lying on the wrong side of the bed. I think. Sometimes I forget.
By Andrew C McDonald2 months ago in Fiction
basil & honey
The overdraft alert comes in while you’re pulling your espresso shot and you laugh—out loud, like a tired, old bitch, except you’re thirty-three, laughing alone in your kitchen—because you’re negative fifty-three dollars, and because you already know you’ll transfer money from the savings account you said you wouldn’t touch, and because some part of you finds humor in your hardship. It’ll work itself out , you think, and you don’t notice, not yet, that the sentence isn’t yours. You borrowed it years ago from a woman standing in a kitchen very much like this one, and you’ve been making the monthly payments on it ever since without knowing there was a debt to pay.
By tatiana vitas2 months ago in Fiction
This Will Be Fun
"This Will Be Fun" By Corey W Harland He sat in his once-bubble-filled tub, the faint notes of lavender soap now fighting a losing battle against the heavy, copper taste which lingered on the back of his tongue. The bathwater was no longer a lukewarm sanctuary; it was turning a sickening, murky pink.
By Corey W Harland2 months ago in Fiction
