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The Trouble With Interdimensional Travel
So, for Christmas, I got an interdimensional portal machine. It doesn't take up as much room as you might imagine. A little bigger than your average laptop, actually, so it slides under my sofa neatly when I’m not using it. Very safe. Very convenient. There is also a suit, like a wetsuit, but much smaller and thinner. It's extraordinarily stretchy. I roll that up and tuck it in the back of the dresser drawer.
By L.C. Schäferabout a month ago in Fiction
It's Winter
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercise for Fiction Writers prompts The Exercise —Write a scene involving two characters. Have the point-of-view character presume something entirely different about the situation from what the other character's overt behavior seems to imply. For example, a landlord comes to visit, and the tenant suspects that it isn't a visit but an inspection. Make up several situations in which one character can fantasize or project or suspect or even fear what another character is thinking. The Objective - To show how your characters can use their imaginations to interpret the behavior and dialogue of other characters.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Writers
Society Often Teaches Us to Suppress Our Sad Feelings, Branding Them as Negative.. Content Warning.
Allow yourself the time to feel, process, and let go. What a journey we’ve traveled together. You can relate to that pain that appears out of nowhere and wants to linger in our minds. Once fear moves in, it takes root—spreading doubt, loneliness, and confusion It’s that kind of pain that overtakes your mental health, gradually making a home within you. Your thoughts can create a space filled with fear, a feeling that we often cling to because it’s the one our minds use against us—leading to a fierce battle between your thoughts and your feelings. It’s a struggle no one wants to lose, yet losing yourself feels like an ever-present threat. Isn’t that a trick life plays on us?
By Johana Torresabout a month ago in Psyche
The Varkaat
I should have been afraid. Alright, I was afraid. But my fear was nothing compared to my shame. Watching her do her duty as a soldier, when I knew mine, made me feel like a fraud. She wasn't just efficient and organized and lethal. She killed our disgusting enemies with style. I was quite sure that she was showing off, just to, "help me to overcome my natural tendency to make anthropocentric judgments."
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Fiction
About Binding Prometheus
I want to start actively advocating on behalf of my own work, and the most valuable part of my canon is, without a doubt, Binding Prometheus, the play I have been working on since 2019 and only finished in 2023 as part of my MA. The play itself is an amalgamation of a million different inspirations. On one end, it evokes the Ancient Greek myth-play, deriving its own title from the earliest extant work of Western drama we have, Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound. On the other end, it borrows significantly from the sci-fi bulwarks from over the years, namely Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Karel Capek’s Rossum’s Universal Robots. The play could be an episode of Black Mirror, I fear. I don’t know. I’ve only ever seen one episode of Black Mirror.
By Steven Christopher McKnightabout a month ago in Futurism
Wise~Guys
— Look Behind what's in Front of You ~ Make Good Choices — Hey, So how you Doin'..! Made~Men — Mobster Movies romanticise a distinctive, elegant appearance, impeccable attire style, along with the 'Families' expressive lingo. Making their 'Bones' gave them Panache — with vintage fedoras, tailored pin-striped suits, mirror-polished wing-tip shoes adorned with tassels; with their 'Gun Moll' gorgeous dates on their arms.
By Jay Kantorabout a month ago in Families
Stepping Out
The gravel of the walkway shifted under the soles of his shoes, and responded to each step with its constant crunching and clacking chatter. The throng of gray and white raised their voices in deliberation, discussing matters of import that had been left unsaid for days.
By Aaron Morrisonabout a month ago in Fiction
Search for a Sister, Chapter Two
4-H-N heard not a word about her secret mission around Headquarters over the following days, so had to conclude either Mini-Flash Phytolith hadn’t been listening in after all, or she’d misjudged him. She hoped it was the latter, as she wanted the pair of them to get on, even if he wasn’t going out of his way to make it easy for her.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Lost and Alone in the French Alps
Looking back, I can trace some of my life’s biggest adventures to a simple action from my sister. She’d introduced me to Tommy (a very long time ago), a colleague of hers, who had overshared his penchant for Italian-looking women, and I ticked that box.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Humans
