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The Subconscious Mind
The Subconscious Mind: A Journey to Nowhere Susie Schaefer The rhythm of the boat swaying back and forth across the water kept my mind in a dreamy fog; the dark void between asleep and awake. I drifted back into the dark and weightlessness, the waves rocking me to a lullaby of peace and calm.
By Susie Schaefer4 years ago in Fiction
Three Silver Threads
The stars are in perfect alignment. The time for the final trial is nigh. The alchemist was up late, yet again, monitoring and predicting the positions of numerous celestial bodies. He had been patiently waiting for the ideal night, the perfect moment to finalize his restless research. Tonight... was the night.
By ~Awakened~4 years ago in Fiction
The Ascension
Ian jolted upright as he struggled to catch his breath, as light and shadow eddied across his vision. For a moment he remained still when he heard loud screeching over the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. There was an irony taste coating his tongue, deepening with each dry breath that left him. It felt as though he'd been without water for days and the lord knew it wasn't a pleasant sensation in his mouth.
By Maria Price4 years ago in Fiction
Blank Out
“The nervous system is made up of neurons, specialized cells that can receive and transmit chemical or electrical signals, and glia, cells that provide support functions for the neurons. A neuron can be compared to an electrical wire: it transmits a signal from one place to another. Glia can be compared to the workers at the electric company who make sure wires go to the right places, maintain the wires, and take down wires that are broken. Recent evidence suggests that glia may also assist in some of the signaling functions of neurons.”
By Austin Evans4 years ago in Fiction
Inertia Train
Jozef Febs awoke with a start. He was utterly alone. Sound had not awoken him, because there is no sound when one is traversing the vast vacuum and expanse of space. He had awoken due to the sense of foreboding he had internalized before he initially passed out. He felt as if he were in a dream: Who was he? What was he doing here? Why was he so cold? In front of him, dust clouds swirled like the tendrils of some unknown voracious beast reaching out to ensnare him. Remotely radiating planets beckoned just out of reach. Stars in the distance glittered like the bits of memory that were trying to spark their way through to his mind. Hypoxia had taken its toll. The portion of the capsule he was in was entirely see through- it felt naked, exposed, and unprotected. It was like a bubble blown that had reached the point of popping. One thing was for certain, the motion of what he was traveling in was continuing inexorably forward at constant speed. Forward... to what? He was floating within just a small part of the capsule, and mustered enough strength to grab the bar that went to the nearby reinforced glass door to hold on. As he pulled himself closer to the glass, the words on the outside of the glass came into focus: The Shooting Star Train.
By Stacey Mock4 years ago in Fiction
