Stories tagged “mental”
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Like a light switch
I gingerly touch the small skin-tone button at the base of the skull. They said to wait four days for the circuitry to fully implant itself into my nervous system. What do they know? They’re only trained professionals. I can’t afford to wai...
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Monster. Part One: The Beginning.
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Monster. Part Two: Sadness and Rage.
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Monster. Part Three: Desperation.
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Monster. Part Four: New beginning, new troubles.
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Monster. Epilogue.

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Monster. About the Author/Summary.
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Monster. About the Epilogue.
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Mental Block
Sitting, pen twirling through fingers … Tap-a-tap-tapping on the scribbled desk below … Head in hands, hands on desk … Look up … Clock’s a-tick-ticking … Eyes blink-blink-blinking … Think-think-thinking …...
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Prison
“Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we talk about it out of earshot?” “What, the kid? Nah, he don’t even talk. No worries.” Stop it. Just stop it. “Well… alright. What do you think is the best choice for...
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T.S. Eliot (Introspective Confession)
As she laughed I was conscientious Of transformational consequences Suddenly becoming fully realized In my eyes— the bearer of compliments— The longing ensnarer of fire Pronging the shared stare of our desire As other people more near inte...
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Silent Signature
You are a living Human being Reading Seeing letters Form words Pronouncing them With no sound Hearing these emblems Blend between The silence of your mind And the computer screen Permanent signatures inside are signed The tattoo’s of language are...
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Glass Room
I fought, sobbed, thrashed, and bit till I tasted blood; but none of my efforts were enough to hold back my restraints. My heart was pounding, I could feel the sweat dripping down my neck, hear the sounds of the machines humming somewhere out there on ...