Stream of Consciousness
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
The Orrery of Sundering Glass
Time fractured in the middle of the parlor, its innards spilling into the cobbled air in a slow-motion deliquescence. Gears wheezed as they twisted inside out, unspooling moments long since calcified. A skeletal-grinned clock spun its hands backward, carving rifts in the velvet of reality—each tick-tock a heartbeat in a body too vast to name.
By Zazie Productions2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know about.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 2: The Game Of Rugby A loud piercing sound entered the ears of the students as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone out on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, meaning they had to run two big laps around the school field.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
A Little Imagination And A Steady Breeze
* I'd been watching butterflies breaking the mind's imagination for years, ever since I was a little girl watching their acrobatics from my mama's porch swing. Their bright colors and effortless flutter always amazed me. All this power, packed into such a beautifully fragile frame coming and going with graceful ease and before you knew it, it was gone again. Off to another flower, another cattail reed or maybe even, another dimension.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Functional Depression: A Silent Killer
The Facade "The most dangerous people are the ones who seem perfectly fine." Elliot Grayson was the kind of man who made people feel at ease. He was the coworker who always had a smile, the neighbor who waved hello every morning, the friend who remembered birthdays and anniversaries. He was the picture of functionality—a man who had it all together. But behind the polished exterior, Elliot was a prisoner in his own mind. He was a man drowning in the quiet, unrelenting grip of functional depression.
By Mamoona Rana2 years ago in Fiction
A letter from the future
Hello Present Me, I hope this letter finds you well, though, I understand that time is a strange thing and you might not have even seen it coming. It’s odd, writing to you like this. You probably can’t even imagine the world I’m living in, but I assure you, it’s a place unlike what you know now. I’m writing to you from a future where things have changed—changed in ways that, if you knew them now, might overwhelm you. But, let me start by telling you a little about what you’re doing right now, where you are in your life, and how this letter might just give you a glimpse into what’s ahead.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Free: How Jesus Saved Me from Addiction and Spiritual Darkness
Have you ever felt trapped in a cycle of sin, shame, and guilt? You tell yourself, “This is the last time,” but you keep falling back into the same temptation. You start avoiding church, feeling unworthy of God’s presence. If this sounds familiar, you’re not alone. I was there too.
By Pragyana Singh2 years ago in Fiction
