Psychological

Wednesday, October 24th, 2012
The courtroom in Kenosha County was brightly lit through the large row of windows along the Southern wall of the building. The antique wooden pews, wooden wall paneling and trim were all faded from many years of use. There was a musty smell that reminded Anton of the loft in his biological father’s garage, were he kept his stash of PlayBoy magazines. Unfortunately, that peaceful familiar aroma was being overpowered by the stench of body odor and weed radiating from the younger guy about ten feet away.
By Anton Mathias Heft 2 months ago in Fiction
Tuesday, October 9th, 2012
“May I speak to Anton Heft, please,” requested the professional voice over the phone. Anton was finishing up another roof for Steve when the phone rang. He was in a filthy pair of ripped-up blue jeans that looked as though they’d been through several years worth of roof jobs. His filthy tank top was rolled and tied around his forehead like Jim McMahon’s headband. The combination of the dirt, humidity and roof tar smeared various shades of black and gray all over his body and clothes.
By Anton Mathias Heft 2 months ago in Fiction
THE LORD OF THE DYNAMOS
James Holroyd was the chief attendant of the three dynamos that powered the electric railway at Camberwell. A practical electrician from Yorkshire, he was a rough, domineering man—fond of whisky, violent in temper, and proud of his knowledge. He mocked religion, believed only in machinery and profit, and treated those beneath him with cruelty.
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She Keeps Calling Me From the Room Where She Died
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The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan2 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
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Chat GPT, Deepfakes, and AI Ethics: How Artificial Intelligence Is Changing the Face of Reality
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By Farida Kabir2 months ago in Fiction
Instruction Manual: "Decommissioning a Human- Asset"
Purpose This document outlines the standardized procedure for permanently removing a malfunctioning human-asset from active service.
By Ashlee Laurel2 months ago in Fiction
Hiding Places
He woke up in the dark, still hanging in his dream. Sweaty hands swept across his pale face, moved his messy hair away from his still half-closed eyes. No muscle was ready to move yet, his eyes struggling to adjust to the dim room. Outside, vehicles droned and roared, engines spluttered, smoke rose into the air searching for freedom, becoming one with the clouds. His curtains shifted in the soft breeze, whispering through the marginally opened window. Footsteps sounded in the hallway, approaching. And water repeatedly dripped from the bathroom sink’s tap, a rhythmic tapping he’d almost adjusted to. It still caught him out first thing in the mornings, but otherwise blended in to the city’s gnawing symphony.
By Reece Beckett2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
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