Lonely Oak Chapter 19
He smiled, "my psychology teacher said i'd like it. and i do." "is it a psychology book?"
the problem with gren part3
Of course that isn't possible you can't cure it without some serious psychological help." he yawned before releasing his hands as he fell onto his back and red moved out of his lap to stretch his arms.
Double Agent
Dreams- modern psychology offers us disturbingly little insight into these unexplained events that happen regularly during sleep.
Iridescent - Chapter 1 - The Catalyst (2)
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Enemy, Chapter 6
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A Fine Start
Today is good, really good. The sky is full of huge fluffy white clouds, there's bird chirping and no wind. It's late in the afternoon and the sun is getting ready to leave. "Any time now." The rusted fur forms into a smile, paws at the back of the...
He Loves You
He could never love me. It's as simple as that. All those days and nights spent together, the laughter, the tears, the companionship. All those talks, all those confessionals and personal moments, the arguments and discussions. All those memories and...
By My Side
A shame, is it not, for a rose to be cut from its stalk before it can reach full bloom. I am a newlywed at the young age of twenty-five, yet my life is to be taken from me. My existence has been nothing but tragedy. When I was six, we met with a car...
Realm-sleep...
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Internals (Poem)
My mind is a formless cavern I wander through it, lost, curious But through the black, I sense a pattern And the thoughts press outward, furious Stress, anxiety, loathing, trepidation I look upon the shifting axons, nausea Images and memories vex...
Bravest Face
As the guest speaker arose, the crowd of students stood in respectful silence for what he was going to say. he was a psychology professor lecturing on the role of fantasy versus reality.