Psychological

Stories, Poems, and Musings

He breathed in, leaning closer. And I felt it; my pain, my hurt, my broken pieces disappearing. It was strangely comforting. Then he opened his dark eyes and said ...

Happy? Maybe someday.

Stand up and walk, move forward

Trista, an abused, sad 16 year old girl must take a stand.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

first fan fiction! yay!

Haley again. More snow. Aren't I great at these attention-grabbing descriptions?

Screaming, singing, crying, and laughing... The standard of one of my episodes...

Sometimes you can warn someone but they still won't listen...

From ‘Astrology As A Lifehelp On The Healing Journey’

Part 2 of Timed 8 days...8 days to live...

My internal screaming, my problems, my life now...

The government sends you a timer on your 18th birthday, counting until the date of your death. I just turned 18, yet my time is running out. Fast.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

My personal experience with depression. Touches on what I've gone through and how lucky I am to be where I am today.

With her newborn child nestled in her arms, she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face and gasped....

A sweet little story about how a puppy and a boy were destined to be together.

Every day counts in 'Live This Day As If It Is Your Last', an inspirational short story by Og Mandino.