Psychological
Midnight Graveyard Walk
Last night I was walking to my old home and decided to take a short cut past the cemetery. Three girls walked up to me and said that they were really scared to walk past the cemetery at night because they were afraid of ghosts, so I agreed to let them walk with me.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Rugrats and its interesting facts
It's always fascinating to explore fan theories that add new layers of interpretation to beloved animated series. These theories can ignite our imagination and encourage us to look at these shows from different angles. If you have any more fan theories or questions about specific shows or topics you'd like to discuss, feel free to share them, and I'd be happy to engage in further discussion with you!
By Aarthi Yuvaraj2 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Sculptor's Lament
In the land of eternal ice, where glaciers stretched out like frozen rivers and the air was crisp with the scent of winter, there lived an elderly ice sculptor named Elena. For as long as anyone could remember, Elena had been the heart and soul of the village. Her hands, weathered by time and cold, held the magic of transforming icebergs into magnificent sculptures that took the breath away from anyone who saw them.
By Ezekiel Dada2 years ago in Fiction
Lunchtime: Bread & Meat
[ An excerpt from a novel that's been in-progess for a while] On my lunch break from teaching. Strolling along industrial avenues, smelling, though never glimpsing, the (not so great) Salt Lake. Occasional gusts of wind blow dust from high-mountain desserts or smoke from a wildfire somewhere into the valley, which mixes with vehicular emissions to form the haze that those who live in the valley are asthmatically accustomed to. Nothing but fast food outlets, car dealerships, pawn shops, as parking lots —lots of parking lots— as far as the eye can see (through the haze anyway).
By Halston Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Mythological memories of my father
I was talked to, so I began to talk, and I was read to, so I began to read. Infinite cycles of sleeping and waking, that eventually coalesced into day and night, months and seasons. Feeding and growing, playing with family and friendly beasts: M-O-M and D-A-D, C-A-T-S and D-O-G-S. Our home was protected by the sign of the bear, and there lived Father, Mother, and Baby bear. My first book was "Little Tiger Goes To Bed,” and Father read the story to me until I fell asleep. I had many stuffed beasts to cuddle and hold, like lions tigers, and bears. Oh, my favorite was the snow leopard, though. I celebrated the changing seasons, and played happily on the grass, or in the snow, with the great hounds who guarded our hearth. Winters were warmed by a roaring fire, with a plentiful pantry stocked for the long winter: a fortress of canned goods, bottled summer peaches, Freyja’s homemade apple pie, powdered hot chocolate, smoked-ham, and all kinds of dried foodstuffs. Long hours spent lying in a heap with the giant friendly dogs and cats on the warm rug in front of the radiant, flaming pine logs. When the storms were bad, it was sometimes quite a long time before the roads were clear again, and the wind would howl in the gables like Fenriswulf. But winter always gave way eventually to spring and summer. The woodlands, creeks, and fields became my vast kindergarten under the watchful eyes of EarthMother and Skygods. The Kami-- the spiritual forces dwelling in great trees, and stones, and mountains-- sent their vibes out across the meadow-plains and river valleys. I knew that giants and dragons lay buried under the mountains, but they had gone to sleep long ago.
By Halston Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers
In the depths of a place where shadows dance with whispers, a solitary figure moves with purpose through the corridors of the Library. A realm of knowledge and secrets, where every page holds a story, and every shelf cradles a universe waiting to be explored.
By Ahsan Bashir2 years ago in Fiction
A Journey Through Time: The Lost World of Atlantis. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a forgotten era, there existed a magnificent and enigmatic civilization known as Atlantis. This lost world was said to possess advanced technology, unparalleled wisdom, and breathtaking beauty. Countless tales of its grandeur have been passed down through generations, captivating the imaginations of explorers and historians alike. Join me on a journey through time as we delve into the mysteries of Atlantis, seeking to unveil its secrets.
By Peter Kaan2 years ago in Fiction
The Exchange
One day, I finally decided to venture out of my routine, which consisted of waking up, doing personal hygiene, spending devotional time with the Lord, and getting ready for the day, all while hurrying out the door with a protein shake in hand with an unnerving sense of dread and despair that, maybe today will be the day something genuinely disastrous happens - like losing my job or again getting into another car accident that, unironically, wasn't my fault but being blamed or accepting more blame than necessary to carry on my day. But today was unusually unique. Instead, I decided to bask in the glorious sunny Wednesday that was my day off and enjoy and be present in the park, residing just a couple blocks down. It was a calm and mild seventy-five degrees outside, prompting me to stroll down the block heading toward the park.
By Masibat Zadah2 years ago in Fiction
