humanity
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No Such Thing As Genius Without A Little Pain
He dipped his bread in a muddy cup of coffee and munched on it with the good side of his teeth. His right side, that is. The left one was no good, filled as it was with wobbly nubs, bent and crooked like old tombstones. Some probably still held the indents of Paul’s hungry knuckles.
By Cristina Maria5 years ago in Psyche
November 3rd, 2020
It was a dull, overcast Autumn evening, a perfect day for a stroll before dinner. The gentleman went to his favorite coffee shop to pick up his usual, then crossed the street to sit in the sunshine as he drank. He had just settled down when something blocked his sunlight. He peered up at a rather tall man standing above him. The stranger smiled brightly at him, holding out a bag from the local sandwich shop.
By Lauren Solomon5 years ago in Psyche
Sonder
Salman's Shop, an odd cafe that served tea and coffee with quite peculiar dishes for the guests that sought sustenance from it. Kinds you wouldn't ever order with coffee or any of the teas sold there. Dishes like rotted fish gut fettuccine, jelly moose nose pudding, and pickled camel cream with lots of other unfitting alternatives.
By April Perez5 years ago in Psyche
The Demon and Angel Raging Inside of Me
I have been searching for the key, the one that will fit my psyche, to stop this daydream, no nightmare, even just for a moment. To feel content in one place, to feel human connection, to end the search for the ever out-of-reach truth, to stop restraining the demon and angel that rage inside of me.
By catchafrisbie5 years ago in Psyche
A Black Book Lightly
It was becoming glaringly obvious that Adam was lost. A looming black sky stretched out into forever above. Below, the black crystalline terrain faintly glowed exposing thin channels and ridges running in every direction. Together, the land and sky drew a horizon of jagged peaks and plummeting valleys. A crunch beneath his boot sent fragments of the brittle rock skittering across the surface. He came to a halt. The last thing he remembered was opening his backpack, but he no longer remembered when that was. "Where am I?" he called out apprehensively.
By Greg Emswiler5 years ago in Psyche
Lady Luck's Game of Karma
Have you ever played cards? It could be on a friendly Saturday afternoon with a close knit group or strangers that sat down to the table for the first time together. Maybe you played with your parents on quiet nights around a table that was a bit too tall for you? Perhaps you were hiding from the world in a corner casino table hoping to get the perfect hand? Regardless of where or what game was played, there is one unifying factor; we all have had a moment of hope on the next hand dealt that we are going to win. There is a peculiar feeling on winning something that has much chance involved. Why do we feel that rush? Could it be the adrenaline pumping as we see “lady luck” finally greets all of our misery, turmoil, and troubles are recognized and we deserve a brief reprieve? The chances of “lady luck” acknowledging you is the same for you as it is for every person sitting at that table. While some hope for their dance with “lady luck” others admits exactly what is already happening and grasp the opportunity. At the same table there are those who don’t concede exactly what is already happening and are waiting for “lady lucks” arrival. So, in this example which are you?
By Anthony Pilla5 years ago in Psyche
