That was in 2.10.2019.I came to the hospital because I was diagnosed with heart problems (tachycardia). You know how it is. when your heart beats very quickly, e.g. because you got scared of something or ran a kilometer at a very fast pace. Your heart beats over 100 beats per minute. Imagine that my heart could beat like that every day. Without any effort, my heart was beating as if I had run a marathon (or at least these were the assumptions of this disease).But from the beginning.For...
When an episode is bad, there is an urge to curl into a fetal position. I can almost feel my right of mind leaving me. I can see it in silver threads slowly tracing out of my body, through my skin, dissipating to the darkness that surrounds me.
At ten, you were sure that you were going to be your mother. Although secretly, this was an even bigger fear than the fear you felt when you had your longest moment with your father.
Welcome to the Winter 2017 Short Story Contest Submissions!Support our writers by reading and voting for the story of your choice.Still working on the poll, but until then, enjoy reading. :)PLEASE READ BOTH STORIES BEFORE VOTING. Writers, if you notice any typos, PM me. :)Suggested Topic: Winter Tales ***Stories are submitted to me by PM, and voted for anonymously.Guidelines:Stories can be about 750-1,500 words in length (I’m not counting words). Any genre or style (mystery,...
Evening fell as a young man with green eyes and blond hair, wearing a travelers coat walks into a developed colonial town, the sun setting over his shoulders and ocean waves crashing on the distant side of the town.“One more city, one more riot and I go home, God I hate doing Jobs like these. Still, better than being a part of the hits, I’ll be dammed if I become their weapon. Now let’s see, how do we get this started? Smaller than the last town but it’s still the capital for the colony,...
Root Beer It is late at night and my brother, Tim, and, I, need to get to bed. Trying to think of an excuse to stay up a little longer, we complain to our dad how thirsty we are. Our dad gives in, and we make a trip downstairs to the kitchen. To our amazement, we find there is still some soda left in the fridge. There are about two cups of liquid left in the liter-sized bottle. My dad looks exhausted and anxious, so he decides to let us drink the soda. My dad is not too concerned with...
