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Just a Slice of Life
I. The Morning Light Sunlight flooded the loft, catching the salt-and-pepper of my close-cropped hair as I lay in bed, weighing the question of identity. I am a large manā6'2" and 220 poundsāwith a face usually framed by a goatee and mustache. I move through the world quietly, a private observer who finds peace in the simple sight of people enjoying their lives. Iām easygoing until I see the vulnerableāchildren or seniorsādisrespected. Thatās the Southern stock in me. My parents moved from the South to Southern California with nothing but a relentless work ethic, and their legacy is the lens through which I see myself.
By Jeffrey Lewis Shamburger25 days ago in Fiction
The Life Train ā CHAPTER 1: THE ENIGMATIC AWAKENING. Content Warning.
The entire novel is available in both hard copy and kdp at https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0DBC9J146/ My head hurts. My head is spinning. WAIT! STOP! Who am I? Where am I? I am aā¦ ugh, I donāt even know how to define myself ā chunks of personalities in a mental civil war, each wishing to kill the other and gain, most probably, nothing. But wait, who am I again ?
By LAMAANKACHE Oussama25 days ago in Chapters
Close encounter at the midnight hour.
Close Encounters of the Midnight Hour Itās a quarter to 4, just a few hours before dawn. The room is dark; silence engulfs it. I lie in bed and fall asleep. In just a few hours, I will wake up and go through my morning routine. Iām not a morning personājust a bit tired from those sleepless nights.
By Rickles Pez25 days ago in Horror
Please don't go
He looked at me, I looked at him. When he looked at me, it felt like my stomach was invaded with butterflies, but... not this time. At this very moment his eyes could laser through my stomach if he wanted to. I wish he did. For the pain of what he is about to say to me, is much worse than a couple of seconds of my stomach being lasered off. His sweet lips that spoke words in my ears, that made my face flush with red. I could predict the next words coming out of those pretty lips. "I can't bare the silent game, SPEAK JUST SAY IT ALREADY" I thought impatiently.
By Cā£ hā£ aā£ nā£ eā£ lā£25 days ago in Fiction
You're alone, because you're lost
Being alone is a fear that one in three adults face WORLDWIDE. Why? Are we scared to be alone because we are faced with all of our thoughts we once tried to suppress? Or are we scared because we feel uncomfortable? Uncomfortable with the idea of being in a room with just you. You and your nasty thoughts. Thoughts like āDamn I should've apologizedā, or āWhy hasn't he texted me back?ā or āI am a failureā. Yea. those thoughts. The forbidden thoughts that come sneak by the midnight hour, ...if you're lucky. You see loneliness doesn't have to be this way. It all starts with you.
By Cā£ hā£ aā£ nā£ eā£ lā£25 days ago in Lifehack
Habits that rewired my anxious brain
This might not be your typical wake-up and eat a healthy diet list. This is not to say they are not useful, but they didnāt work for my chronically dysregulated, scared, and anxious nervous system. In this list, I will mention highly niche things that worked for me, and I will help you personalize what may work for you, too, based on the common working principle, not the habits themselves.
By Amira hossam25 days ago in Psyche
