Stream of Consciousness
Whispers of the Unseen
The Adventure of a Little Ghost, as Told in Whispers of the Unseen The melancholy of the Little Ghost One particular house had a transparent figure that wandered about the rooftop of the house. The area was a charming suburban community where the houses stood peacefully beneath the starry sky. This was Emily's house, and the ghost was her unborn daughter, Lila. Emily's house was named after her. The shape of Lila's body sparkled softly with an ethereal light, and her large, wide eyes were filled with a mixture of melancholy and yearning. During the moment that she was hunching slightly and reaching up with one hand to wipe away a tear, a strand of gray hair drifted over her head.
By Estalontech2 years ago in Humans
How to Fall Asleep with Ease with Rain Sounds at Night
The Science Behind Rain Sounds and Sleep **Introduction** The soothing sound of rain has long been associated with relaxation and sleep. Many people use recordings of rain sounds to help them fall asleep faster and enjoy a deeper, more restful sleep. But what is it about these sounds that make them so effective? Scientific research provides insights into why rain sounds can be a powerful sleep aid.
By Magnate Therapy2 years ago in Humans
Bermuda Triangle: The mystery of mysteries
The Bermuda Triangle, also known as the Devil's Triangle, is a loosely-defined region in the western part of the North Atlantic Ocean. It's infamous for supposed mysterious disappearances of ships and aircraft. However, many scientists and researchers attribute these incidents to natural causes such as unpredictable weather patterns, human error, or mechanical failures rather than paranormal or extraterrestrial phenomena.In 1950, multiple American newspapers published an article that brought attention to a series of unexplained disappearances in the area between the coast of Florida and the island of Bermuda. The article recounted five separate incidents over the past five years, involving the disappearance of one boat, nine planes, and approximately 135 civilians and crew members. This marked the first time that this specific region of the ocean was suspected of having an unusually high number of nautical vanishings. However, the author of the article failed to provide any explanation for this alleged abnormality, leaving behind a captivating mystery.
By MinJoey Haokip2 years ago in Humans
Why no one is allowed to Explore the Antarctic
The coldest continent on Earth is also one of the most enigmatic places in the world. It is as unique as it is secretive, and unlike most destinations, you cannot simply hop off a commercial flight unless you are an elite scientist or an emperor penguin.
By MinJoey Haokip2 years ago in Humans
Madness Needs Direction
Madness needs direction - I've not a doubt in my mind about it. Madness must be tamed with a gentle whipping that corrects the act like a lion in a circus. Madness needs a cigarette in the morning before the day begins, since the day would be wasted did it not begin with joy; the joyousness of drawing deep into our lungs a puff of smoke for the iron horse that continually holds the power to bring soothing, to bring ease, to bring calm into the revolting state of existential dread. The morning smoke brings purpose to an otherwise meaningless curiousity that we all too simply label as life. And our purpose is death, or at least that's what it becomes. We age - graciously or otherwise - and learn to be less concerned with all the atrocities that this thing called life brings about. Or we don't learn this, and we delve deeper, we seek further the blackness, or the psychotic absurdity that is the will to live and to survive. I smoke the morning smoke, not because I'm a punk rocker defying authority, nor because I believe that good health and the enemy of natural endorphins are something to be shunned or ignored, good health is a healthy choice. I smoke the morning cigarette, each and every morning, in an attempt to partake in the devastatingly tricky game of accepting my inevitable fate, which is of course, death. It comes to all of us, and it makes us all the more mad knowing it. Whether old age, cancer, or being struck suddenly by a passing bus, it comes to us. It makes us mad, this is the reason for insanity. Love is a losing game, she said, but I say that to live is a losing game. This madness needs direction. Us curious ones are like the puppy without a leash, a dog without an owner. We wander the streets and look into the shop windows and see the things we can't afford to buy, we then resolve the nagging curiosity by staring into the sky and pondering the cosmos, the great abyss, as if that is going to solve it. I've been like the lost dog. I've stood on main roads and watched the headlights barely miss me as I contemplate no longer whether fate or luck is at work. It's fate that I was mad enough to stand in front of the cars, it's luck that they narrowly missed me. I write. I write because madness needs direction. I strum and I bash at the strings of my guitar as I sing my heart out when I've drunk too much red wine, because madness needs direction. I spend the last of my money on booze, or what little I have on a gamble, because madness needs direction. I sit here in this bar, spending my money and writing this story and listening to the bar room chatter and my headphones playing and staring out the window and smoking cigarettes because madness needs direction. And I had no where to be today. I see the lady outside pushing a trolley full of parcels she's collected and a baby strapped to her chest and her toddler following along. She has direction. The men who don't mind drinking in the mornings continue their chatter and all of our days go on. I think I'll go and have a cigarette.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Humans
"Debt Relief for Dignity: Support Families in Need". AI-Generated.
In every community, there exist families living under the weight of poverty, struggling to make ends meet and maintain a semblance of dignity. These families, often unseen and unheard, include people we may know personally—neighbors, friends, even our own relatives. The reality is stark: poverty does not discriminate, and its impact is profound.
By KingFree MaN2 years ago in Humans
The Kindness Chain
In the small town of Maplewood, life moved at a gentle pace. Everyone knew everyone, but over the years, a sense of disconnect had crept in. People were polite but distant, and the town's vibrant sense of community had faded. That was until a single act of kindness sparked a transformation no one could have predicted.
By Susan Muthoni2 years ago in Humans
Rising Up Against Our Oppressors
Huntington, WV,. circa 1996, verses present day. Not really different, honestly. Bigots, oppression, aren't, hidden in hick-town. They say the truth will set you free, know one, knew that it depends who it comes from. I love West Virginia for two reasons: One, it does take a person long to share their true colours. Two, I love how huntington is wrapped around the Appalachian Mountains. It's like a mount wrapped around a castle so to speak.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Humans
