Psychological
What is Kept
Spring First Visit She arrived in the early afternoon with her youngest daughter. They parked on the street, one house down from where they used to. The walk to the door was short and familiar, bordered by plants that had begun to recover unevenly from winter—some already green, others still brittle at the edges.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales11 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit12 days ago in Fiction
Perfectly Preserved Envy.
My youth is perfectly preserved in a special wallet within the mind palace of my existence. Every so often, I open the wallet - frown and grimace at her lovely soft chocolate exterior - my once richly layered lovely young self. Oh, how I have become so envious, when I compare her to my convoluted and annoying mature self.
By Novel Allen12 days ago in Fiction
A Friar's Secret.
Beneath the crumbling stones of an ancient convent lies a chamber the church had conveniently forgotten...sealed behind walls of prayer and silence. For many years it existed, quietly gathering cobwebs and keeping its secrets. But one soul had rediscovered this vault of treasure, this place which had once been transformed into a lair of pilfered opulence - an intoxicating blend of sanctity and decadence.
By Antoni De'Leon12 days ago in Fiction
The Course of True Love
For months I have admired you from afar. Across the office floor, I drink in every detail of you as if you are a rich red wine. I dream of the life we could have together. I picture our first date, the wedding that will follow, our house, even the children we will have. A boy and a girl, one for me and one for you.
By Sebastian Swift13 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 Sanchez13 days ago in Fiction
