Stream of Consciousness

Life Paralysis . Content Warning.
I awoke into my nightmare. My cold and unyielding body refused to obey my commands. I couldn't move. My eyes scanned the room with frantic urgency, darting from shadow to shadow. I was a prisoner in my own skin, unable even to blink. There was no respite, no escape. My heart drummed a steady rhythm, each beat amplifying the dread that pulsed through me. I was back. Again.
By Oliver Millward2 years ago in Fiction
The ocean in her eyes. Content Warning.
Water drops, trembling, jumped off Anna's face. Her act of splatting water onto her face continued mechanically. She was not ready to escape the loop yet.
By Irene Forster2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Tested by Time
Chapter 1: The Dream of Parenthood Leena and Ravi had been married for five years, and their bond was built on a foundation of love, mutual respect, and shared dreams. From the day they exchanged vows, the couple had envisioned a future filled with the pitter-patter of tiny feet, the sound of laughter echoing through their home, and the joy of raising a family together. But as the years passed, their dream of becoming parents remained unfulfilled, casting a shadow over their otherwise happy marriage.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
Father is a Unique character chapter 3
FATHER IS A UNIQUE CHARACTER: WHO RAISING HIS MYSTERIOUS CHILD CHAPTER 3 The father gently said to his son (holding back his laughter) "Are you still going to listen to a story today? 'Of course, father, 'said Abraham, as if he did not feel tired at all. Abraham's answer made his father think deeply for a few moments, he was so busy working today that he had not woven a single story in his mind today. He remained silent for a while. Then Abraham said, "What story are you going to tell today, Father? Tell me a scary story today. "But first you promise me that you will not ask me more questions while listening to the story. "Okay, Dad," Abraham replied after a bit of thought. Because he would ask his father any question at any time. That is, as soon as a question arose in his mind, he would immediately start looking for its answer. And he almost always got the answer from his father. But even his father could not always calm his curiosity. He didn't know the answer to any of those questions. He did not leave his pursuit by giving any such answer, but he always inspired his son to find a solution to that question. Well! Dad begins tonight's story... One night, an elderly man was sleeping alone in a house on the edge of his village. He was a decent and understanding man, but fear often haunted him on nights of loneliness. Near his house there was an old cemetery. That tomb must have been some seven to eight years old. which is still present here today. As usual, Abraham asked his father, "Whose tomb was it?" Then his father said that it was his son's grave! He died about eight years ago. "How did he die? Abraham asked again. So what happened was that both father and son were in a very miserable situation financially. He could barely afford two square meals. And one day, in a desperate attempt to get food, his son planned to burgle his neighbor's house. But his only intention was to steal food. But he was arrested. And all the people of the village together punished him for this act and gave him death. At that time, the only punishment was death. Be it small or big. Well! Now the decision had been made, he was to be hanged the next morning. And he was publicly hanged the next day on a branch of an old banyan tree in front of all the villagers. And shortly after that, he died. And the old man buried his son near his house. However, the elderly man never believed that his son had stolen his neighbour's house. And now whenever he slept alone in his room at night, he sometimes wondered what might have happened to his son that day.Why would his son do such a thing? He knew the punishment. But now time passed and the age of that old man was also increasing with time. This was making it difficult for them to work. And the problem was getting worse by the day. One night, the old man heard a roar from outside his room. They got up and decided to open the door to look. Slowly they moved towards the door and decided to open it. When they were ready to open the door, they felt a strange smell. They slowly open the door. There was a shadow in the deep darkness in front of them, from which that fragrance was coming. The old man looked at him and was surprised. Because that shadow looked like his dead son. They were slowly approaching the shadow, when a voice came, "How are you, Father? As soon as the old man heard the sound, he got scared and retreated. He locked the door and went back to his room. But he was in her room. And seeing all this, the old man became even more frightened. His hands and legs started to shake. You didn't answer my question. But this time the old man mustered a little courage and said, "I am not well at all, son," and this is the reality. He knew it was his son's dead body. I'm going to have to pay for what you did eight years ago, son. Why'd you do that? "Hunger destroys a man's body as well as his ability to think. Now his father did not feel the slightest fear of that shadow. Then Abraham's father paused for a moment to check on his son to see if he had fallen asleep. But Abraham was still awake and listening intently to the story. He was so lost in the story that there was no longer any question in his mind. And when his father saw Abraham, all he said was, "Go on, my father is listening." And he goes on and on, "Then the voice came again, now you don't need to be sad anymore, Dad," I have come here to receive you. And having said this, the shadow disappeared somewhere. But there was no movement in the elderly man's residence for several days after that day. Due to this, the villagers were in fear. Then some of the villagers decided to go to the old man's residence. And when they all went to their house, they started smelling inside the house. And when they broke the door of the house and entered the house, their breaths began to swell. Because they were smelling very bad "and when they all went to the bed of the old man, they saw that the old man was dead. And there was a terrible smell coming from his body. From that, he estimated that the elderly man would have died about six-seven days ago. "Or maybe even earlier. The condition of the elderly man was critical. His mouth was as wide open as it could be, and he had probably urinated and defecated in bed. Well, All the people of the village together did the last rites of the old man and buried him near the grave of his son. And the villagers believed that he might have died due to starvation for a long time. But no one knew what the truth was. And thus the last page of the last chapter of the lives of the two fathers and sons had been completed. Now there was not a word left to add to the book of his life. He played his role. And now he had also become a part of those countless heroes who had taken leave from here after playing their role in the world. And that's the end of today's story “father said. If you have not read the last two chapters of the story, then I appeal to you to read them also, so that you can understand the whole story. Please give your feedback about the story wait for the next chapter Writen by sk prihar
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Found Treasure
“I went on an adventure once and was privileged to meet an old woman on that journey. This woman shaped my life and my perspective on living”
By Pore Camara2 years ago in Fiction
HEALTH CALLS
The Health Challenge In 2017, the Mayor of Paris, Anne Hidalgo, emphasized a crucial aspect of the city's bid to host the 2024 Summer Olympics: the Seine River would play a central role in the games, including hosting the historic opening ceremony, the first of its kind to take place outside a stadium. Initially, French officials stated there was no alternative plan, and they announced that open water swimming events would occur in the Seine. The river flows past some of Paris's most iconic landmarks, such as the Eiffel Tower and Notre-Dame. However, swimming in the Seine has been prohibited for a century due to pollution, as the river often experiences sewage overflow during heavy rainfall when the city's underground sewer systems become overwhelmed. Hidalgo even expressed her willingness to swim in the Seine prior to the games, a sentiment echoed by French President Emmanuel Macron. They expressed confidence in the extensive underground infrastructure project developed near the river, designed to minimize contamination during the open water swimming events. Nevertheless, the triathlon, paratriathlon, and marathon swimming events faced the risk of last-minute cancellations due to water quality concerns. Similar issues arose during the 2020 Tokyo Olympics and the 2016 Rio de Janeiro Olympics, both of which ultimately proceeded successfully, and Paris aims to achieve the same outcome. However, the effort to clean the Seine has encountered challenges; a preliminary event scheduled for August 2023 was canceled after water analysis revealed an unacceptable level of E. coli. This bacterium, which originates from the intestines of warm-blooded animals, serves as a strong indicator of recent fecal contamination, posing serious health risks. For an open water swim event to proceed, water analysis reports must be submitted no more than 48 hours before the competition, with E. coli levels not exceeding 1,000 colony-forming units per 100 milliliters.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
Warmth of the Snow
"Pretty!", Jonathon remarked as he turned from Sandy to look out onto snow-covered grounds of the hotel. They had been forced to stay together after all transport had been cancelled out of town. "Pretty vacant..." Sandy responded, full of sarcasm.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Father is a Unique character
Chapter 1 .... FATHER IS A UNIQUE CHARACTER: WHO RAISING HIS MYSTERIOUS CHILD Why a ren't you dead yet? When are you going to die, Dad? Do you know when you're going to die? I don't know when I will die. Will you help me find my death? As usual, his father had no answers to all these questions asked by his curious son, and this was not the first time that Abraham had asked his father, or any living creature, such strange and (to the ordinary and fearful man) grotesque questions. If there had been someone else in the place of the father of that curious child, he would have made every effort to undermine those thoughts of the child growing up in the shadow of his powerful brain. But his father wasn't. They understood his feelings, valued his ideas, though his imaginations were not like the naughty fantasies of a child, but he was an extraordinary child as a child. (His father had already realized this when the child uttered the first words out of his mouth) who had found a worthy father who had never yet sown the seeds of doubt in his mind about his child? Was she not Abraham's mother? Abraham's mother died shortly after he was born. She didn't know her mother yet. He never asked his father about his mother. Because he didn't feel the need yet. And his father never spoke to Abraham about his mother. He wanted to forget that tragic incident forever, his wife and Abraham's mother had been freed from here after playing his role? She had now become a part of how many such heroes who had played their role here, without merging into the Universe? Abrahams grandparents had already left years earlier, and now they had no heirs? Time passed slowly, and Abraham was now five years old.And his father enrolled him in a nearby school, as every father does. Now Abraham was chained to discipline? The little boy's first day at school went something like this: 'Father had made all the preparations the day before. A new sack, new shoes, new clothes (giving him a new identity now that he was ready to enter a new world), a few books, and some food were stuffed into that little bag. Now the father was walking ahead of the little boy, guiding him, and the boy followed him? Abraham had reached his school. The father got busy discussing something with his teachers, and perhaps the focus of the discussion was little Abraham, who had disappeared by then. When the father looked around after the conversation with the teacher, he did not see his son anywhere, but after a little more searching, he found Abraham. The boy was playing with butterflies in a very attractive and beautiful garden of flowers His father had been watching him for some time. Because Abraham had never shown any interest in sports before this day, he never asked his father for any kind of toys, any toy had always been unable to attract him. But this garden full of different kinds of green plants, fragrant flowers and colorful butterflies was very exciting to him. He had never seen or experienced such a beautiful view of nature before today. He was just enjoying those precious moments. which he felt for the first time in his life. Her father was surprised too. He saw a new line of thought springing up in his son that he had never seen before. The boy was now completely immersed in nature. After a little more time, a teacher came and said to Abraham, Go to your class, little boy, and Abraham went and sat in a room with the other children. But in his mind he thought only of the beautiful garden. It was only a few moments after sitting there that a group of naughty children came there and threatened. One of them asked him, 'What is your name, son? " "Then a child's attention was drawn to Abraham's bright shirt," said the naughty child, excitedly, "Wow! ! ! "Then one of them said," "Look at how tightly your shirt is sewn," "then he inserted his pencil into Abraham's shirt, pulled it down, and it made a big hole in the shiny shirt near the shoulder." After that, all the children around Abraham laughed loudly, but then Abraham also laughed with them. It was a genuine smile that came into being to find out the reason why all those children were laughing! Then one of them said, "Why are you laughing, you naughty child?" I don't know. As soon as the little boy left the rest of the time in school… .. . Wait for the next chapter of this story. I will try to post it soon. Please give your review on this chapter. WRITEN BY :- SK PRIHAR Startritin
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
A GOOD MAN PART 1
Hello, you. This will be the first of several stories which I won't promote. No personal messages, no sharing links in groups, just letting the algorithm do its thing. That way, the people who read this will be those genuinely interested in reading, not because I force them to click on the link and scroll straight down. At most, two people will read this. If you are one of the two, thank you so much. Anyhow, this story is dedicated to those who are struggling to find purpose in life, frustrated at how nothing goes their way, and flabbergasted at how despite everything you do, in the end, when you look in the mirror, you fail to see someone of significance. Enjoy…
By Khairy Irwan Khushaini2 years ago in Fiction
The Sacrifice of Love:
Introduction In a small, picturesque town, nestled between lush green hills and a shimmering river, three teenagers embarked on a journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery. Taan, Anne, and Jove were inseparable friends, their bond unbreakable, until the complexities of love and relationships tested their unity.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror's Edge
I always believed that my reflection was my own—my unchanging companion through the years. But it wasn't until that fateful evening in the god-forsaken house on Atlas Heights that I realized how hopelessly wrong I had been.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
The Decree
Breathe. Breathe my son and know you are my son and my greatest success. Even after my death, you shall be the torchbearer, the match paper our crooked world needs. The sunrays through the darkness. My father's words echo through my head, when the pressure gets too much. The pressure to make change, to be change. For everyone. Verbal contempt. That's what anyone would call what the team had for me. Verbal contempt and actual cerebral hatred. There was no escape from the truth. Though the team would have been drowned under the pressure of banal prowess, but for my presence... my presence fuelled group repugnance towards me. Reasonable rancour may have been argued by some as reason for the words and thoughts. For the hardest of taskmasters, they came to know me. That has always been a problem, for people of my status. When you set yourself up as the leader of a worthy cause, you place a target for hauteur. When your followers cannot fully comprehend all that's necessary, the arrogance, the haughty ego of those who have the greater purpose of change.My mother always told me my future would be full of greatness, full of excellent endeavours and good for our people, our race. My father's shadow has followed me, led me, taught me throughout my years as a young boy, teenager and the adult that stands on the edge as the spearhead for the change our people want... no need. By self-assurance younger me was beaten. For not only was the future of our people on my shoulders, but so was the legacy of my ancestors. Change would always come, but as sure as the blood pumped through my body, change would come by my hands. However, the well deep scorn and barely masked obloquy they held onto, was beyond reasonable. They just had no respect for my role at the heart of the success of all we had done thus far. Rather than show any acknowledgement or thanks, they were more than happy, comfortably content even, a refusal to accept any part as leader. When asked for thoughts on each conquest that ended successfully, they would generally cower and utter rehearsed words of severance.A cop-out would be to say they feared me. Why would they fear me? They were the same as me and from the same background. They were not the target of my abhorrence. As long as they obeyed orders, worked for the cause and showed no mercy towards for our opposers, the lesser, they would see another day. Cruelty was never levelled at one of our own. Unless, of course, they erred. Complete support was necessary. Our new order could, would not be marred or polluted by our enemy. For the goodness and pureness of our race, we had to conquer all who stood as opposers to the new world. We had to clean the muck of our ancestors who danced among those of a lower class and stand. Too often when complacency has been allowed to take root, even on the cusp of greatness, a revolt could damn our endeavours to hell, the hell where our opposers, the mar, the smear, the dye to the naturalness, wholesomeness of our blood, our land. That, the clearest of goals, was why my team of expert commanders and veterans were treated as such. Though they were above the rats and the scum that had populated our land for too long, they were under my rule. The bold new world mapped out from my plans was of my own construct. As the sun sets on the new world of tolerance, tomorrow's sun shall blanket over the return of the old world. The one we lost. On the eve of war and the recommencement of what we had, my men look to me, not as a comrade, but as the one who, no matter what stands as an opposer to our cause, shall lead us from the darkness of complacency and so-called freedom of speech and thought. "The Decree" - as penned by our leader.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction