Stream of Consciousness

What Love Truly Means
This photo was made to laugh....👇 Some girls said "Eya" when the man was insulting them.... I couldn't imagine.... I thought what can love do.....
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wisp in the Water. Content Warning.
"Please, baby. I feel us drifting apart. I know it's my fault and I hate it. I don't want to lose you. What if... what if we just had a little get away. Only me and you."
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
From the Street to My Heart
A True Story of Unexpected Friendship and Unconditional Love” It was a chilly Wednesday afternoon when I first saw him. The city streets were unusually quiet, painted in the soft grey of an overcast sky. I had just finished a long day at work and was walking home, earbuds in, scarf wrapped tight, when something made me stop.
By k zarmalabout a year ago in Fiction
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text.
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text. I sat there for a minute, staring at the screen, my coffee growing cold in my cup. The message was brief: "Meet me where we buried the watch." No number. No contact name. But I knew that phrase like a scar—I was eleven when my brother whispered it to me the day before the accident. The day his car went off that cliff in 1999. We never found his body. We never found the watch. And now, twenty-six years later, my dead brother was texting me from a number that didn’t exist.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Fiction
The Little Cabin/house
The person came out of the little cabin with the book in hand. Went over to the big rocks, and looked really closely at them. Noticed that indeed they were tombstones. Looked at the book and at the stones, and the names in the book matched the ones on these stones. Rest easy.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Classroom
What can one learn in a classroom? We all learn our letters and numbers and a many other skills as well. One needs to look beyond the basics. Classrooms, as this one can teach many things like how to get along with others in the community, but will it be rote or not?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
WHAT DOES THE SONG DO?
You—who arrive with palms woven of forests, barefoot, a tangle of thorns— I will keep you safe.
By Zorica Babicabout a year ago in Fiction
The cask of Amontillado
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled. But the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
By Mohammad Romanabout a year ago in Fiction
petals in the dark. Content Warning.
For over thirty years, the little town of Willowbrook had known nothing but warmth and cheer from the town's beloved florist Mr. William Carter. Every morning, without fail, he stood on the same corner, his cart overflowing with the brightest blooms you could imagine. The air was always filled with the scent of fresh roses, daisies, and lilacs as he smiled and waved to each passerby.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Sky Burns
The world sat breathless, like a candle in a storm — glowing, trembling, moments from being snuffed out. No one said the word, but everyone felt it: nuclear. It hovered above cities like a ghost in daylight — too real to ignore, too terrifying to name. On the surface, life persisted: people walked their dogs, brewed their morning coffee, scrolled endlessly through headlines and half-truths. But beneath the routine, there was a crackling tension in the air — like dry grass just waiting for a spark.
By Md. Hasibul Hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Choice of the Soul. Content Warning.
Dr. Lynsey Aldred was the first person to map the soul. Not metaphorically, literally. Through a miracle of quantum neurology and deep-conscious resonance imaging, she traced what she called the Soul's Echo Vector. A measurable wave signature that escapes the brain at the moment of death. It was no more than a flicker at first, a blip across the screens. But, Lynsey followed it through data, repetition, pattern, and noise.
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Confidence
Quiet Confident girl, who never needed to be seen to know her worth and what she is!!! Growing up, she never chased the spotlight. From childhood to adulthood, there was a calm assurance in the way she carried herself—a quiet confidence that didn’t need validation or applause. She was the kind of person who didn’t post achievements on social media unless something brought her deep happiness or marked a new personal experience. Recognition, praise, or acknowledgment from others was never a driving force in her life.
By Srijaabout a year ago in Fiction