Psychological

I Never Stopped Loving Him—Even After I Died
From the other side, love doesn’t fade. It waits. By Anees Ul Ameen I remember the moment I died. Not the impact. Not the pain.
By aneesabout a month ago in Fiction
Still in High School and Afraid
“I don’t know what to do.” “You will know; you will know. It’s early, stay calm.” “How will I know? This is so frightening. We are the class of ’63, with 4 months to graduation. I’m scared to death.”
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Fiction
What Followed
“You’re still using that cup?” “Well, it hasn’t cracked yet.” “It always did that, though. Right there, along the rim. That little bit of flaking paint. See?”
By Shannon Hilsonabout a month ago in Fiction
All the Things We Almost Made
INTERNAL CORRESPONDENCE Department of Lost Ideas Quarterly Report: Q3, Fiscal Year Indeterminate Filed by: Archivist 82 (Juniper)
By Shannon Hilsonabout a month ago in Fiction
Second Shadow
I noticed it by accident, which is how most bad ideas introduce themselves. I was cutting through the square at lunch, phone in one hand, iced coffee sweating down my wrist. The sun was a bully, straight up, no cloud cover, every edge of everything carved into the pavement. I walked past the sundial because I like proof that time is meaningful in more than one medium.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Fiction
Instructions for Returning to a Place That No Longer Exists. Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
I. Purpose of This Document These instructions exist because return has been explicitly requested. Please note that they are not an endorsement of the request, nor should their existence be interpreted as confirmation that return is advisable, safe, or even possible in any way commonly understood. This document addresses procedure only.
By Shannon Hilsonabout a month ago in Fiction
Unlearning
Step 1. Admit the truth. If you are reading this, you likely have already completed step 1. If you stumbled upon this text and have no idea why you picked it up, then the first thing you must do is look at yourself. To live as a human is to know pain and to cause pain. Of course, these are not the only aspects of life that exist, nor are they the only ones that matter. However, as a believer in the power and importance of collective memory, I know we must acknowledge these truths to move forward societally. To help save ourselves and our planet.
By kpabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Keep the House Quiet After 11:47 PM. Winner in Instructions Included Challenge.
*Document revised November 1, 1887, after nursery incident **Document revised December 26th, 1946, after Christmas party
By Steph Marieabout a month ago in Fiction
The Mediation, Friday, November 9th, 2012
Anton sat at the large oak table in the mediation services office. He had already been there for twenty minutes. He was fifteen minutes early and eager to get this over with. He already knew that she wasn’t going to agree to anything. If Karin thought he killed it at the first court date, wait until she sees what’s about happen here.
By Anton Mathias Heft about a month ago in Fiction
Thank You for Your Patience
The first announcement thanked us for our patience. It explained that there had been a minor incident and that emergency services were responding accordingly. We were advised to remain indoors, avoid unnecessary travel, and continue normal activities where possible.
By Courtney Jonesabout a month ago in Fiction
A look from above. Content Warning.
"Have you checked out Earth? It's a beautiful planet! Lots of variety." "Isn't that the one with the humans?" "Right. What do you think about them?"
By Paul Finglabout a month ago in Fiction
Overthink no more
"I think not." "I think." "Does it help?" "Sometimes." "I've given up on thought, you know." "You can't do that entirely. We all think."
By Paul Finglabout a month ago in Fiction