Stories tagged “pressure”

  • Hiding Behind The Stitches (Continued)

    Meanwhile The pressure is building deep inside The tears are burning behind my eyes And people ask me Cross my invisible line I’m miserable and broken, the teenage equivalent of ‘I’m Fine’ I can feel it Its pressing down inside my head My very ...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pressure

    Panic isn’t the right word yet, but it’s close. I know I shouldn’t feel like this. There shouldn’t be this pressure. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of my life, right? I’m not even there anymore. I know she̵...

    • Author: zorro
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Gravity

    A little extra this morning, but just a little; that stuff’s not free. It doesn’t cost much, but we don’t have much. Well, today’s the day to make it count. Ten times, up and down, in circles. Front teeth, and now the other side...

    • Author: halfpenny
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • It was a time when things went wrong

    “Think deeply on it and then forget about it. Later, the answer will come to you” was the advice he’d heard many years ago from a one-time mentor. He wore a simple, fitted, blue-gray two button suit with a bow-tie and a french shirt h...

    • Author: trollope
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • 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 …...

  • It Will Only be My Pain

    I knew he couldn’t understand. He knows his abilities limits. He knows what it is, exactly what he does. It has a name. He had help during development, not people telling him to figure it out. He didn’t hurt people as I have. I closed my ey...

  • Conformity.

    “No Mom! They look dorky, I don’t care what you say. Stop trying to convince me that they look okay.” Trish begged. Her mother sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh Trish, there could be so many worse things than this! Now, stop being...

  • Lecture hall (Mature)

    She could barely hear the professor. On her shoulder, a slight poke. “Psst! Hey!” Then the giggle. She hunched over her chemistry textbook. She was alone in this class. Three years of medical school with the same snide people. The poke ca...