Psychological
The Existential Woman (page 12)
Although she was nervous and worried, Shanna was able to get to sleep. She awoke on Friday morning around 7ish. Her normal routine in play: coffee, computer, tasks. A basket of dried laundry was set on the coffee table. The beds were still unmade. The floor and litter box were clean enough. She needed to go get another pack of cigarettes and check her bank balance. She was worried about her son and about her money situation. Stress. "Retirement is not all it's cracked up to be," she grumbled.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The whispering willow's wise lesson
In a tranquil valley, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, stood a majestic willow tree. Its sweeping branches seemed to caress the very sky, and its leaves rustled with a soothing melody whenever the wind embraced them. This was the Whispering Willow, a tree that held within its boughs a secret wisdom known throughout the land.
By emad afsary3 years ago in Fiction
Data Care
I often wonder about them... those people beyond the wall. Guardian lets us see them if we ask. They always gather outside the wall, monitored constantly by Guardian's cameras and drones. Guardian says that they don’t patrol the wall to keep us safe but to keep them from hurting themselves against our defenses; It is apparent to see, in the 20 years since we were abdicated the only fatalities have been caused by infighting, intruders are always dealt with tact and care.
By Griffen Helm3 years ago in Fiction
Unlocking the Mysteries of Time Travel
Introduction The concept of time travel has captured human imagination for generations, finding its place in the realm of science fiction, movies, and daydreams. The ability to traverse through time, witnessing historical events or glimpsing into the future, has fueled countless stories. But is time travel a mere fantasy, or could it potentially be grounded in the realm of reality? In this article, we embark on a journey through the theoretical landscapes of time travel, exploring the fascinating theories, challenges, and possibilities that lie within.
By Stella Oehtam3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 11
The bar scene got boring quick. Shanna sang one song - "Stop draggin my heart around" and she felt satisfied with her performance. She enjoyed a few of the other singers songs, but after drinking half of her coke and smoking several cigarettes outside, she wanted to leave. Maybe she should have become a professional musician, she thought as she walked back to her van. This way she could be on stage the whole time and not get that weird feeling of awkwardness that she felt as a patron. Just sitting there alone felt awful, especially when she could hear others in groups conversing or laughing together.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 10
"Try!" Shanna heard a voice in her head. It kept repeating that one word. Most of her Wednesday had been spent on the same old typical daily tasks that she had grown comfortable with. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Nothing especially impressive or remarkable. She had put on an old movie. One that she had watched several times already. She just couldn't get bored with that one. It was so well done. It was like listening to one of her favorite songs. "Try!" the voice demanded again. She took a deep breath and got out of the big leather chair on wheels in front of the big wooden desk.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Dreams
Introduction: In a bustling cosmos where the tangible meshes with the ethereal, a sprightly lady unveils an astounding faculty: to traverse the dreamscapes of souls. This gift is her ticket, a passage to not only mend wounded hearts but also to face the specters of her bygones.
By Haseeb Tariq3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 9
The air conditioners were on all day in the condo. Usually, the small bedroom was ice cold from the unit running in the bedroom window, but the past few days Shanna noticed that the room wasn't at the usual coldness. The living room unit was still keeping that room very cold. So cold that she wore a sweater when she was inside. The outside was totally opposite. The temperature outside was in the high 90s on most summer days, and Shanna was miserable in that heat. She couldn't breath well, she hated sweating, and she didn't like stripping her clothing off because her soft fat was exposed to the skinny minded world's criticisms. Any summer in Florida, was just a hybernation period. A long six month stretch beginning in April and finally ending at the end of September. A miserable long stretch of unbearable heat and tolerating annoying body shaming criticisms. Shanna couldn't even find an affordable bathing suit she liked. The current prices for nice bathing suits were up to $50. She just counted the days until October. Once October arrived, the quality of her life would begin to improve. She knew that many people in the North felt this way about Winter. They thought that Florida was so perfect. They hated the long six month stretch of cold weather forcing them to wear coats and hats and scarves and gloves --- Forcing them to scrape ice off of their car windsheilds --- Forcing them to hybernate inside where it was warm and safe from icy accidents. She knew how many thought. "The grass is always greener..." she whispered to herself, "But one day, I'm going to be a Snow Bird. I'm going to live in the South from October to April, and in the North from May to September. Then I will have the best of both worlds. One day it will happen. Some day. Some day."
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The Misadventures of Gloomy Gus
In a world where rainclouds seemed to follow people like loyal pets, there lived a peculiar character named Gloomy Gus. Gus wasn't your average person; he was a connoisseur of melancholy, a maestro of misery, and the undisputed champion of gloom. If there was a dark corner to be found, Gus would locate it and set up camp, armed with a perpetually downcast expression and a collection of morose one-liners.
By Vaibhav Kachhwaha3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 8
Wednesday morning, Shanna woke up before Norman. She got a cup of coffee, cold and stale, leftover in the pot from yesterday. Sugar and milk was not enough to make it taste good. She smoked a cigarette. She heard Norman get out of bed and go to the bathroom. She laughed about his incredibly long pissing. She began complaining about her life, wondering what his reaction would be. He seemed to have heard everything she said, but as usual, he didn't say much. When he attempted to say something, she'd cut him off with a repetitive line, in a chiding, mocking manner. He finally brought his voice up to the loudness of hers, and she backed off a bit. She slammed her palm angrily on his desk, pleading, "Why can't you just say that I'm right?"
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
