Psychological
Castle High
In the harshness of the cold abyss I saw above me a house that was what I had dreamt of in my youth. It was taller than a mountain, but smaller than an average village dwelling from those more somber years of ages past, strong as a mighty oxen named Babe, and as light as a feather. You could pack it in a bag and tote it alongside you anywhere you had traveled to and never had to worry about leaving home behind for it followed you everywhere as it does to me now.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Call me Wind
It was then the at the last moments of my life that I have lived so long avoiding where I finally took a look around and seen what it was that I was once beholding. I took a long look around that was all around me, above, below, wipe out into the fields that the people were there planting and sowing, I watched the fires burn brightly in the night and seen all the stars in the sky erupt with all the light and shine. I sat there and watched the rise and fall of all the ones who came before and after, I watched the cities burn and turn to ashes, I watched the sky fall and grow back, seen the mountains give way and crack, fall to nothingness, and rise up once again tall and mightier than before, I seen the great halls of the days of yore where all those would meet, gather to and flock thereafter no more. I had seen the sights of those whom dwell in the hills and upon the valleys, I seen the old men cry out in anger and sob in their misery. I watched for eons with no thought or care to even set foot on their ground. I have been there above you and below you and all around. My name gives me purpose and cause and scene, I am called the Wind, my friend, welcome, what brings you to me?
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Sheba and a Messenger Bird (Part 2/2)
Instead, Bilqis decided to test King Sulaiman's honesty by sending him a letter full of rich gifts and complex questions. King Suleiman ignored them when the delegation of majesty arrived with gifts. He sent them back saying that he would bring such a mighty force that they would not be able to resist and humiliate them by banishing them from the land.
By Thowhid Miah2 years ago in Fiction
Sandbox Eight . Top Story - September 2023.
Sandbox eight was sealed off for a good reason, but occasionally someone’s kid would ignore the caution tape and unwittingly wander off and play in it anyway. Seven other sandboxes had been built around sandbox eight in a failed attempt to keep the kids out, but sandbox eight was a siren to the kids, it’s song continued to bring them into the sand until one last child was left in the city, Joey.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Sheba and a Messenger Bird (Part-01 of 02)
The Queen of Sheba's account is mostly found in the religious books and traditions, such as the Bible and the Quran. According to Islamic mythology, the Queen of Sheba, also known as Bilqis, is a mythical character from antiquity. She is reported to have ruled over the ancient kingdom of Sheba, which is thought to have been on the southern Arabian Peninsula, probably in what is now Yemen.
By Thowhid Miah2 years ago in Fiction
Dreams
I keep having this dream. It isn't a nightmare, but it's not a good dream either. This dream always begins with an empty bench. The scene is different each time, but the empty bench is not. It is an old wooden bench, the kind that would give splinters if sat on recklessly. I am always compelled to sit on this bench, no matter where this bench was. The only other consistent aspect of that dream is I am the only one sitting on it. Except this time, there was another.
By Desirae Anaya2 years ago in Fiction
Star-Dog Ch. 2
I received this letter of confession from an inmate here at the Ark Asylum for the Criminally Insane and Desolate, here, I, Warden Cotton, shall recite into this phonograph the grave details that had transpired on the night in question where the man charged with the heinous offense of the Chicago Fire was placed under arrest and condemned then hung by the neck.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Final Two Minutes
Now available in print in Apocalyptales: The End is Nigh, a collection of stories of the apocalypse. *** Combat Commander Lou Dowds sat at his station, leafing through the pages of a worn paperback of On the Road. His love for Kerouac’s subversiveness had always drawn suspicious gazes from his superiors in the straight-laced and stiff-backed United States Military.
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Hungry Man
In the heart of a small, forgotten town named Oakridge, there lived a man named Samuel. He was known to the townsfolk as "The Hungry Man." Samuel's reputation wasn't built on his wealth or success; it was shaped by his insatiable appetite for adventure and discovery. His passion for exploration was as deep as his stomach was vast, and the townspeople couldn't help but be fascinated by his tales of culinary escapades.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
