humanity

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The Little Black Book
The time for feeling sorry for myself is over, it is time to buck up and get on with my life. Hey, my name is Riley Prestan. I am 29 years old and just got out of a bad break up. How can you just let go of something you spent so long trying to fix? We never had the best relationship but, when he wanted to, Alexander could make me feel as though I was the only person he would ever love; he made me feel so special.
By Jessie Eyland5 years ago in Psyche
Life of a Neurodivergent
Change can be terrifying. That first step into the unknown can take your breath away and leave you wondering why you ever left the comfort of normalcy in the first place.
By Jennifer Parr5 years ago in Psyche
A Desperate Game
You sit down on the park bench, feeling completely drained. Too worn down to even think of tears, you simply sit with your head in your hands. Another trip to the clinic with your wife, another confirmation that the cancer was spreading. You got her home and resting comfortably. She told you to go take a walk, she knows you always feel better after getting some fresh air.
By Kenny Francis5 years ago in Psyche
Little Black Book: Found
Anny had tapped the stop button instead of the snooze, so she hadn’t been able to pull herself out of the dream. She had been walking down a fluorescent hallway, it’s fuchsia light forcing her to squint as she passed through a door into a blinding - what - emptiness? She couldn’t remember. Suddenly, she was in that one dream place, which she had visited many nights. It was as if she were in her own terrarium, tall and narrow, where she climbed up a lush, tree-carpeted cliff.
By K. Clarke5 years ago in Psyche
Fool's Gold
He stepped into the ground. Off the verge of the unknown. With a knapsack full of nothing, turning his back on the Universe, The Fool thought he had reversed what was once pushed forward: Time. But the roses were rooted back to the grass. The golden sky and the sun came down, and the moon moved up into a dark night. The engravings were emptied, the money turned into dust, and the little black book closed back.
By Ruth A.M5 years ago in Psyche
Again I am an Infant
It was strange to come back home. To see everything had remained exactly how I had left it. It was like no time had passed at all. The leaves on the trees never fell. The snow never melted. It was never time for bed and the teacher never blew the whistle for recess. Yet time had passed and I hadn’t seen these walls in years. It rained and it snowed and the wind blew and the clocks all ticked and now I was back where I started. The clocks were all still ticking, ticking faster than I’d like them to. At that moment the clock was ticking down to the moment that one of my parents came up and asked me what was taking so long, so I started in the closet.
By Eric Boyd5 years ago in Psyche
The Leader, The Sun & The Moon
The class of children called them Goggle Faces. They knew about the nickname given to them, but didn’t mind. Of course, when they were school children they too had a name for the technicians that visited their school, peering over clipboards with a kind smile.
By Andrew H5 years ago in Psyche
No Such Thing As Genius Without A Little Pain
He dipped his bread in a muddy cup of coffee and munched on it with the good side of his teeth. His right side, that is. The left one was no good, filled as it was with wobbly nubs, bent and crooked like old tombstones. Some probably still held the indents of Paul’s hungry knuckles.
By Cristina Maria5 years ago in Psyche
November 3rd, 2020
It was a dull, overcast Autumn evening, a perfect day for a stroll before dinner. The gentleman went to his favorite coffee shop to pick up his usual, then crossed the street to sit in the sunshine as he drank. He had just settled down when something blocked his sunlight. He peered up at a rather tall man standing above him. The stranger smiled brightly at him, holding out a bag from the local sandwich shop.
By Lauren Solomon5 years ago in Psyche
30 Years vs. 3 Days
A calendar hanging on the ceiling read May 4th, 1962. I rubbed my eyes and giggled but then I thought, who came into my home to play a dumb joke?
By Destynee Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Black Iris
I have always hated the outdoors; the bugs, the smell, the dirt, and the never-ending trees. I used to consider myself to be a pretty fearless person or as close to it as one can be, but when it came to a hike in the middle of nowhere, I had rather been sleeping next to the rustic hearth keeping warm. That wish will never come true thanks to a bet my friends and I made, I had to begin a long and useless trek into the middle of the woods to find an elusive flower called the Balck Iris. No matter how much I complain, I was actually a little intrigued, I have never felt so drawn to a plant I have only seen online before. Hours went by unnoticed due to the trance I was in and just as the sun was starting to go down, with no trail to follow I walked aimlessly deeper into the immeasurable overgrowth.
By Jo. Leo5 years ago in Psyche
Justice
My phone screen inspired me. Ok, everyone says that happens, but does it ever truly happen? By happen, I mean move you to tears, shake your soul, make you question your very purpose in life *glancing eyes emoji.*
By I5 years ago in Psyche