Psychological
The Shower
On Board He was down on his luck and saw an advert in the paper. It was to take part in a trial which would involve being monitored on a two week Caribbean cruise. A suit and wardrobe would be provided on the cruise so he would fit in with the clientele and not be noticed by them. He had to follow certain patterns but nothing too rigorous.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Smooth Criminal Astrologers
There are men who arrive in Canada with two suitcases, a university transcript, three winter coats insufficient for the winter, and such an honest terror of government forms that they preserve every receipt for seven years; and there are other men who arrive with one suitcase, no winter coat at all, and nevertheless seem from the first morning to understand that humanity itself is a receipt which, if folded correctly, may be presented for reimbursement.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 months ago in Fiction
Sleight of Hand: Impermanence and The Illusion Between Us
Impermanence and The Illusion Between Us Why do they say all is impermanent? There is a misconception within this. To say, all is impermanent , is already to make a conclusion. To say this understanding is true is then to make the understanding permanent. So already there is something strange about the statement itself.
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Fiction
EXACTLY AS SHE LEFT ME:
The Velvet Cage: "You don't understand, I’ve done everything right. I went to the right schools, I wore the right clothes, I smiled at the right jokes. I starved myself into the shape of a perfect wife. I am a luxury vehicle parked on a failing lot, and the sun is setting. If I don't force him to marry me tonight—if I don't lock this door and swallow the key—then all that discipline was just slow-motion suicide. I won't be a spectator to my own erasure. He is going to save me from the quiet life, even if I have to ruin us both to make him do it. If I can’t have this life, with him, neither can he…”
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Command
August 18. 43 degrees Celsius. Sweltering heat, 50 km/h winds and a hazy red hue of smoke filled the Okanagan air. News and weather reports reverberated a similar sentiment on the hour, every hour: An uncontrollable wildfire near Myra, British Columbia is the worst the Okanagan has ever experienced throughout it's history. The fire's blaze incinerated flora and fauna alike as well as any animals that may not have been able to escape it's hellish flames. Animals that did escape had the freewill to do so - unlike, Copper. She had no way to flee nor the desire to disobey her master.
By Tony Stone3 months ago in Fiction
Something Was Moving in the Dark.
Something was moving in the dark. Where was I? How long had I been sitting here? Hours? Days? The floor beneath me was cold, hard, damp. Stone...maybe. I couldn't remember how I got here. Couldn't remember why. All I could hear was noise. Voices with no words. Sounds with no shape. My own thoughts screaming over each other, a chaotic roar I couldn't silence.
By F.A. McCollum3 months ago in Fiction
My Last Call. Top Story - August 2026.
Tuesday nights were always the same. Small groups of people meandered in and found a table or a booth. Individuals normally migrated to a stool at the bar where they knew Ollie. The bartender was always available to engage in a friendly conversation or to lend a sympathetic ear. Friday and Saturday nights were too busy for him to socialize, but as for the rest of the week, he never ignored a customer’s need for a drink and good chat.
By Mark Gagnon3 months ago in Fiction
