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We Needed a Third
The asphalt burned through our sandals and cheap Converse soles, heat rising in waves that made the air shimmer. The only place where we could find some relief was the library.
By Imola Tótha day ago in Fiction
Gone Girl's Amy Dunne is a Terrifying Twist Villain
Amy Dunne from Gone Girl has always been one of the most mysterious and terrifying villains I have seen in a thriller. The movie goes from a drama/crime to horror when we begin to see Amy's true evil colors throughout the film. From the very beginning of the film, we know something happened to Amy, but we are conflicted with whether or not her husband, Nick Dunne, had anything to do with her sudden disappearance.
By Emy Quinna day ago in Fiction
GAUZE. Content Warning.
The pain that accompanies a burn is sharp and powerful. The smell of searing and bubbling flesh beneath scorched skin, as well as the tremendous ache beneath the muscle that no cream or salve can soothe. Surrounding me is a shallow, cramped space that has no more to offer than a broken down end table and dustbunnies. I lean back against the wall and feel a spiderweb cling to the hem of my teeshirt; maybe one of the only things that is truly left of it. The still air feels cold and unwelcoming with my movement, brushing over my skin and causing the rise of prickly bumps on my body I couldn’t provide a name to.
By Darin Wimsatta day ago in Fiction
You needn't be an artist
On a coast somewhere, there’s a rose garden and a spider admiring its beauty, the crimson colors he couldn’t dream of producing himself. His web rested beneath the metal arch entrance. It was there a prismatic butterfly flew into his net. The spider felt the tremblings in the web, approaching the new captive.
By CC Crebbsa day ago in Fiction
Why I Dress Up For Love. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Why do we spend hours choosing the perfect outfit before a romantic date? The ritual of dressing up for love might feel like a purely modern, cultural phenomenon, but it is actually deeply rooted in fascinating psychology and evolutionary biology.
By Akmal95Jra day ago in Fiction
The Second Body
She thought nothing was missing—until she was. 🕯️🛏️🌙⏰📹🪞👤🕳️🫥🫧 The silence in the study was a heavy warm blanket. But Nelly was used to it, living alone.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lina day ago in Fiction
Minority Report
He worked for a newspaper. He was working from home because he had been beaten up, having left the paper shop without a copy of The Sun, The Mail or The Express.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Fiction
Why is my husband yelling at me? . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Experiencing a spouse yelling can be deeply distressing. While it often feels like a personal attack, the psychological mechanisms behind explosive anger usually have more to do with the yeller’s internal state than the person on the receiving end. Understanding the science of yelling can provide clarity, though it never excuses the behavior.
By Akmal95Jra day ago in Fiction
Why is my poop GREEN. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Seeing unexpected stool color can be an alarming experience, but often, the reason behind green poop is harmless and related simply to what you ate. Understanding the science of digestion helps demystify why this change occurs.
By Akmal95Jra day ago in Fiction
WHY WOMAN KILL. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The phrase "why women kill" has inspired popular television shows and true crime podcasts, but the real-world science behind female homicide is even more fascinating. Criminologically, women are far less likely to commit murder than men, accounting for only about 10% to 15% of homicides globally. However, when women do kill, their motives, methods, and psychology differ significantly from those of their male counterparts.
By Akmal95Jra day ago in Fiction
The Space She Left Behind
She told herself it wasn’t a big deal, that there was time to fix this. Each word cutting deeply, leaving wounds that refused to heal, leaving scar tissue in its wake.
By Monica Casarez2 days ago in Fiction
A Place Called Yesterday
Some people pass away without anyone else actually noticing until something makes it impossible not to. Others pass without anyone particularly caring, even if they do notice – people who touched no one and connected with little about the world while they were around.
By Shannon Hilson2 days ago in Fiction