Psychological
Psychology Lessons
Story 1: The Monkey and the Mirror - Self-Recognition In a lush rainforest, a curious monkey named Maya stumbled upon a mysterious object hanging from a tree. It was a shiny mirror. Intrigued, Maya gazed into the mirror and saw another monkey staring back at her. Not realizing it was her own reflection, she became fascinated and tried to interact with the "other" monkey.
By Felix Afele3 years ago in Fiction
Brief Stories of Psychology
Story 1: The Power of Perception Once upon a time in a small village, there lived a young boy named Kevin. Kevin was known for his optimistic and positive outlook on life. Despite facing numerous challenges and setbacks, he always managed to find a silver lining in every situation.
By Felix Afele3 years ago in Fiction
Horrible Traumas Caused By My Own Grandma
Hi, I am Hanna. Let me tell you about my childhood traumas caused by my own grandma . I was a happy and lovely girl until my nanny left. I was a happy and lovely little sweet girl from Bosa, Italy. My dad is a police officer and my mom is a doctor. Both of them have to work 24/7 and come back home late at night. Ever since I was born, I lived with my nanny most of the time. But that's okay. I loved her and we had a strong bond. And plus, I loved waiting for my parents from home. Even though they were busy, they always found some time for me and bought little presents or snacks from work since they knew it was hard for me to live alone with just my nanny most of my days.
By Stories Unveiled 3 years ago in Fiction
Heavenly Nexus
In the year 2150, humankind had arrived at a time of mechanical wonders. Interstellar travel had turned into a reality, and Earth's states crossed across adjoining star frameworks. Among these provinces, the most exceptional was on a planet named Orianth, circling a far off blue goliath.
By Sourav Pramanick3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 14)
Saturday was a long day for Shanna, yet by Sunday she could hardly remember what happened. She had said several prayers for her son. She had written some poetry and read some poetry. She had eaten and bathed. She had taken a nap. She had sat in the backyard and looked the wild weeds growing. She had picked up some donation food for the cubboard. She had begun watching a new show on Netflix. She had perused through a magazine. She had folded some clothes and hung some of Norman's clothes. Besides that, the day was long and forgettable. Mostly she just remembered thinking about Maui's fire and devastation. All those people now homeless. She knew exactly how they felt. It had happened to her too many times. She spent at least a few hours each day thinking about a way to create a lifestyle that was homeless-proof, but she still hadn't come up with it. She would watch the birds a lot. How they would build a nest,but not stay there long. That had to be the way. Just keep flying. Let the air be home. Let any tree be home.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Life After Death
Title: Beyond the Veil of Mortality In a realm beyond the confines of earthly existence, a place where time flowed differently and the boundaries of the physical world dissolved, a profound transformation awaited souls that had departed their mortal coil. This realm was known as the "Transcendent Realm," and it held the secrets of life after death.
By Khadijah Salia3 years ago in Fiction
What if god meets Satan?
The meeting of God and Satan is a topic that has intrigued and fascinated humanity for centuries. It has been explored in various religious, philosophical, and literary contexts, each shedding light on the complexities of morality, good and evil, and the nature of divine beings. In this imaginary encounter, we delve into the implications of such a meeting and how it might unfold.
By Saseen mohamed3 years ago in Fiction
Garbage Dreams. Content Warning.
"I relive every moment I had free. I imagine every walk, swim, lake party, beach visit and picnic I ever had, and remember every psychedelic sunset, and nights sitting outside with a sky that is lit up by stars, it was like a symphony," Lindsey transcribed. It was written down on a letter shared by her husband, George who had read it aloud for the cameras. Lindsey hasn't seen a tree since she was detained, and also wrote that she misses the sun. This was her husbands last visit, and the authoritarian regime only allowed the visit for publicity.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Fading Constellations
Amelia stood on the launchpad, her heart echoing the rhythmic hum of the spacecraft's engines. The scent of fuel lingered in the air, mixing with the bittersweet taste of goodbye. This was the moment she had always feared, the farewell that had hung over her like a storm cloud since her father had been chosen for this space mission. The weight of reality bore down on her as she watched her father, Commander Elliot Clarke, donned in his spacesuit, his face half-hidden by the reflective visor.
By Vaibhav Kachhwaha3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Desolation
Amidst the backdrop of a world shrouded in gray, Emily found herself navigating the labyrinth of her own mind, each step heavier than the last. The weight of her thoughts was suffocating, an ever-present darkness that seemed to envelop every facet of her existence. In the heart of this melancholic journey, her story unfolded, a tale of sorrow and despair that resonated with the very core of human emotion.
By Vaibhav Kachhwaha3 years ago in Fiction
