Psychological

SMR-7B.pdf
SRM-7B (Specification for the Maintenance of Room 7B) Last Updated 25 Aug 1926 0. Scope This document governs the use, observation, and preservation of Room 7B. The room exists on the third floor of a building that is no longer staffed. Access is permitted to a single custodian at a time. The custodian is defined as the person reading this document. Emotional response is neither required nor relevant. Deviations from procedure may occur but are not addressed herein. Meaning, if observed, is incidental. All clauses apply simultaneously. Where contradiction arises, precedence is determined by order of appearance. Where absence arises, it is intentional. Where silence arises, it should be recorded.
By G Saint11 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message Sent at 11:59
At exactly 11:59 p.m., every phone in the city buzzed at the same time. No notification sound anyone recognized. No app logo. Just a single message on a black screen:“You have one minute to remember.”
By Gabriel Waltone11 days ago in Fiction
One More Day?
One more day? That's all we have left, one more day 24 hours, 1,400 minutes, 86,400 seconds. I pick you up in my black truck, the same one I will leave you behind in. I pick you up at 8, as we ride to our favorite spot like nothing changed between us, like everything is normal and for today it is. We get a table and sit down, we order our favorite foods, drinks, and appetizers. You sit there beside me with admiration on your face, your blonde hair like the sun in the dark. We drink and eat till our stomachs can't take any more, and then we eat some more. We go down to the dance floor, and dance our hearts out even though both of us have no rhythm. We go to the arcade next door and play games until our thumbs are blue. I win you a stuffed animal, a giraffe your favorite. The pure look of happiness and you squeeze into your new toy, is enough to make me happy for life. You give me a slight kiss on the cheek and lips as you thank me for the giraffe over and over. We then turn in our tickets at the front and she gets me my own toy giraffe. “For we can match”, she says. I take it from her with a grateful smile, knowing this could be the last gift I ever get from you.
By Christian Sanchez11 days ago in Fiction
Adam's Apple: Origin Story
Sleeping under the Forbidden Tree, Adam woke up from the hissing and rustling sounds. He half-opened his eyes and saw the Serpent trying to strike a conversation with Eve, who was sitting not too far from Adam under the Tree.
By Lana V Lynx11 days ago in Fiction
Time of the Month. Content Warning.
"Elsie, did you hear me?" The young woman's blonde head snapped up with a jolt, blinking at her Life Partner. Frankly, she hadn't been paying attention to a word he'd said. Not since they'd woken up that morning. That awful, long-dreaded morning, which had come far too soon.
By Natalie Gray11 days ago in Fiction
Still Us
She noticed it when she opened the calendar to check a dentist appointment. June was empty. Not unusually so–there were still birthdays marked, a work deadline, a reminder to renew the car registration–but the block that usually took up a week near the end of the month wasn’t there. No highlight. No penciled note in the margin. No question mark hovering beside a place name.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales11 days ago in Fiction
What the Records Hold
The Bureau called it an anomaly. The Temple called it a revision. I was called because someone still died, and someone had to decide which word would hold.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales11 days ago in Fiction
The Things Love Leaves Behind
In this city, magic didn’t glow. It stained. The rain that night tasted like old copper and burnt herbs, the kind of drizzle that seeped into your coat and your conscience at the same time. I pulled my collar up and waited under the awning of a pawnshop that sold cursed objects at honest prices, which is to say: none of them were cheap, and none of them were safe.
By Alain SUPPINI11 days ago in Fiction
Still Life with Woman
Despite my youth and supposed good health, I had recently felt under the weather. In recent days, to be precise, I had felt my body slowly seizing up, heavier. It started in my fingers and toes: a loss of the freedom of movement expected for those digits at the extremities of my healthy body. Not exactly painful, but neither was it a piece of cake. After a day of that, I retired to bed, expecting to wake fully refreshed and better the next day.
By Paul Stewart11 days ago in Fiction
The Defender Of The Faith
On the castle green below, the Crown Prince chased a black cat under the ever watchful eye of the King.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction
Something is Beginning
Something is Beginning Wait! What? Why? Mike was so glad to be home. Prison had been more horrible than anyone can imagine. Sixteen years for a crime he didn’t commit and had no part in. A rather violent rape that had left the girl completely disabled. She had apparently been waiting for her sister to appear and didn’t see the man coming at her. The park was dark and quiet, broken only by the sound of Sandy gasping for air as her attacker held his hand over her mouth. He had brutalized her for almost 20 minutes before passing strangers happened by. She had been beaten so badly, the doctors weren’t sure she would recover, if she even survived.
By Barbara Gode Wiles11 days ago in Fiction
The Only Ones That Despise My Work Are The Platform. Content Warning.
Introduction The music is "Perspective" by Peter Gabriel because this is my perspective on my Vocal situation. As far as Vocal is concerned, this is a work of pure fiction.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Fiction