Cameron watched the clock carefully. Eleven-thirty. Just half an hour more and he could slip out of the office early. He had an appointment today. But not the doctor's appointment that his co-workers thought. Although this did more for his mental health than any doctor, psychiatrist or psychologist ever had. And he had tried them all to rid himself of this c...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. * "Enjoying yourself?" I asked rhetorically as I entered the room. The heels of my thigh high boots echoed as I confidently strode along the varnished wooden floor. They matched...
"I don't get upset if people think I'm crazy. If you go to a mental hospital and someone calls you a name, would you get upset? Of course not. Well, that's the way I think about the world. They don't know any better." ― Jacque Fresco If you're a mouse in a cage, you don't see yourself as such, because you don't see the cage. Instead, you view yourself as...
Author's warning: This story explores a dark subject; mental disorders. It briefly suggests the exploitation of people with mental challenges by the medical profession, and society. It's a relatively short exploration into the mind of someone with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I've taken every precaution in avoiding obvious triggers, but with this disorde...
This is a resubmission as the original was falsely reported and pulled last week. To the person that had it pulled; thanks. For 10 minutes work on my part, it gets to be on the new release list for another week. A simple case of Heteropaternal superfecundation. Yet another twisted story from my slightly twisted mind. No, just joking. You will let me know...
Who knows how long it was before I came to. It was still raining heavily. I had a splitting headache and my vision was swimming. My body was killing me, and my injuries on my arm had reopened, gushing blood. "That's my blood. That's, a lot......of my blood," I said out loud, struggling to speak clearly and clear my head. I tried to stand up but couldn't. Wha...
With the help of her friends, National Nude Day gives Ruth back her memories by restoring her view. The only thing that Ruth liked about the room she shared with Dorothy at the nursing home was the view. If it wasn't for the view, she wouldn't be happy here at all. Everything was too new, too small, too white, too antiseptic, and too cheaply made. Unlike he...
Chapter 7 Being alone on the holidays is still hard to get used to. I have no living family and no close friends. Usually, my goal is to work as many shifts as possible so that I am too exhausted to think about missing my loved ones and realizing how very alone I am in this world. This year was no different. The hospital was all decorated complete with a t...
~~Antoinette~~ Deep within her tower, she sat at a table with an array of laptops, tablets, and artifacts. The resonance circle sat empty, and she had her chandelier to a normal white light. The necklace that had summoned the odd spirit of secrets sat in front of her, and she stared at it as she folded her arms across her chest. Should she tell Avery of he...
The following story is purely fiction and bears no resemblance to any actual life events. Characters are a work of imagination and do not reflect anyone real, living or deceased, or fictitious, and all are 18+. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments, of concerns, as they will be greatly appreciated. ***** Allison was tempted to play dress up so...