Psychological
The Elephant and the Little Bird: A Friendship That Changed the Forest
Deep inside a vast green forest, life moved peacefully. Tall trees touched the sky, rivers flowed gently, and animals lived in harmony. Among all the creatures, there was a giant elephant named Raja.
By hamad khan7 months ago in Fiction
Microbes discovered in "living fossils" provide information on the origins of sophisticated life.
Some of the earliest living things on Earth were created by microbes, yet most people wouldn't be aware of them. In shallow waters, they form silently and resemble ordinary, dark boulders. For billions of years, these stromatolite formations have shaped life on Earth.
By Francis Dami7 months ago in Fiction
He Was the Cock of the Walk in School… Until Everything Changed
The day I saw Arman sitting alone at the back of the classroom, staring at nothing, I couldn’t believe it. Just a few months ago, he was the “cock of the walk” of our school, the boy everyone wanted to be around. But that day, he looked like a completely different person. Quiet. Broken. Forgotten. And the worst part was… nobody even cared what had happened to him.
By imtiazalam7 months ago in Fiction
Don't tell your Secrets to the Jacaranda tree. . Honorable Mention in The Unhappy Ending Challenge.
I return often to sit beneath the great old Jacaranda tree, it's vibrant purple flowers shamelessly proud of their cultural significance. The Jacaranda mimosifolia is brilliantly lovely, with striking purple-blue flowers and fern-like bipinnate leaves.
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Fiction
Facets
The rotunda had no need for torches, such was the power of the light reflected off the crystal atop the Plinth at the rotunda’s center. Even Vistruvian’s shadow as he passed between the crystal and the bands of light coming down from the lantern windows did nothing to diminish the crystal’s aura.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
Putin and a Fortuneteller
Vladimir Putin called the most powerful and famous psychic and fortuneteller to his bunker. "I haven't been sleeping well lately. Wake up from nightmares where someone is hunting me but I can't see who. Can you tell me who that is?" Putin asked.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Fiction
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member 7 months ago in Fiction
