Psychological
The Existential Woman (p15)
It was Monday again and Shanna knew that her Mondays were usually about getting tasks done. Although Norman had washed a load of laundry last night, he didn't put the clothes away. She stripped the beds and began the loads of linens. The light in the bedroom kept flickering out and it was annoying because Shanna couldn't clean the room in the dark.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Bobos Electric Circus
“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen!” The air was filled with the enticing aroma of popcorn and cotton candy as the vibrant, colorful tents of the traveling circus stood tall in yet another small town. The sound of laughter and excitement echoed through the air, drawing curious onlookers from far and wide.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter to Mom
In the dimly lit room, Sarah sat hunched over her desk, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle. She clutched a crumpled piece of paper, her trembling hands reluctant to put her thoughts into words. With each deep breath she took, memories of her mother flooded her mind.
By Vaibhav Kachhwaha3 years ago in Fiction
Psychology Lessons
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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






