Stream of Consciousness
The Buried Truth
When Grandma died, we were all summoned home for her burial. Despite being 21 years old, I had never met her. My dad had always kept us, his children, away from his mother, a decision that had mystified us for years. I am the only daughter among six siblings, with two older and three younger brothers.
By Oluwatosin Tade2 years ago in Fiction
To Dream is to Forget. Content Warning.
"I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming, but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake." - Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Labyrinth of Memories
For as long as Clara could remember, she had been haunted by a recurring dream. Every night, like clockwork, she would find herself in the same place: a vast, ever-changing labyrinth of stone and shadow. The corridors twisted and turned, their paths never the same twice, and the walls seemed to pulse with a life of their own, whispering secrets that danced just beyond the edge of her consciousness.
By Maribel Golosino2 years ago in Fiction
NASA brings off space travelers' spacewalk over 'spacesuit inconvenience'
In the annals of space exploration, few activities capture the imagination and symbolize human ingenuity as powerfully as spacewalks, known officially as Extravehicular Activities (EVAs). These operations, essential for maintaining and enhacing the International Space Station (ISS) and for advancing scientific research, epitomize the blend of human bravery and technological sophistication. However, even in this realm of cutting-edge science and engineering, unexpected challenges can arise. Recently, NASA was compelled to abort a scheduled spacewalk due to a 'spacesuit inconvenience,' casting a spotlight on the intricacies and risks associated with working in the vacuum of space.
By afrin jahan2 years ago in Fiction
The Savior
By Rick Hartford I see it coming from a long way off, a black speck wavering in the afternoon’s scorching heat, dust swirling, engine whining louder as the speck becomes a trembling black locust. I stick my thumb out. The black Dodge Charger slides to a halt.
By Rick Hartford2 years ago in Fiction
