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Psychoanalysis: Chapter 17

posted by Insight357

It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could آپ leave her?” I managed to get the سوال out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. سے طرف کی then I figured it was too late,” Alexander کہا a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered سے طرف کی the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 15

posted by Insight357

“I can’t get آپ out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do آپ mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore...

Timepiece - Chapter One - Part Two

posted by alexajaye

Part two, obviously, of the first chapter. No warnings this time, unless آپ count lying and subterfuge.

Inheritance

Part Two

Harper, March & Fields wasn’t a law firm I’d ever heard of until a few months پہلے when I’d received a letter from them concerning my father’s will. It was strange that they’d waited until nine months after my 25th birthday to contact me — especially when the instructions had specifically stated alerting me on that day. Phyllis March wasn’t an entirely unpleasant woman to talk to, but she was fidgety and a little high strung. She...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 14

posted by Insight357

    “Damien, that was years ago,” کہا Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I کہا shaking my head slightly.
    “Do آپ think it’s because you’re with Grey مزید often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 13

posted by Insight357

I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, یا not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...

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Psychoanalysis: Chapter 9

posted by Insight357

I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...

Hells Outlaw -- Chapter 17

posted by HouseMindFreak

Chapter 17

“Who killed them?!” Koda growled.
Iah was trying to keep Koda calm; from his few encounters with this one he knew anger was Koda’s worst enemy.
“I am not sure…” he replied softly.
“How can آپ not know!?” he screamed, charging after Iah. He dug his fingers into Iah’s chest as they turned to claws, slamming him to the ground, his dark red eyes bored into Iah’s sending dark chills through his mind. “You know everything else but آپ don’t know who killed them?”
Iah cringed in pain, trying to speak.
“I do not know but…I have a feeling who may have done…it”...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 6

posted by Insight357

I had my first client today. I was to go to a middle school, and talk with an obsessive-compulsive child. Her name was Lucy Taylor. She was starting to be teased سے طرف کی other students. It was not right; it’s not as if she could help it.
I walked into the main entrance of the school. The halls were the color of dirt, the lockers a mucus green. I saw kids with name brand clothing going down the halls. As I walked toward the big sign that کہا Guidance Counselor on the front, I saw a group of kids. They were all against the left side of the hall. They were all dressed in...

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Psychoanalysis: Chapter 5

posted by Insight357

Today was my first دن working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the شرٹ, قمیض was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the day...

Unforgivable Ch. 6

posted by para-scence

When I woke up, all the windows were covered in snow, surrounding me, isolating me from others. My stomach growled, but I didn't want to leave. I feared if I didn't get a job, I'd lose everything. I got out of the car, still wearing my clothes from yesterday, which was nothing but jeans, converse, and a black کچھی neck. Not wanting to waste valuable gas, I walked around town. My stomach growled again, and the thing inside me kicked a series of blows for a couple seconds.

The buildings here were tall, and far away I could see the new, fancy skyscrapers. But here, the buildings were old and...

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Unforgivable Ch. 5

posted by para-scence

A little while after the holidays, Alice left for California. It wasn't long before I felt the despair of loneliness. Alice was the only one I've really talked to for months. Once she was gone, for the first time in a long time it felt like I had really run away. Not like I had gone to a محفوظ haven, but like I really was in an unfamiliar town.

I went to work , and Alice had only been gone for two days. Work just wasn't fun that day. I found it harder to be nice to rude customers, and the دن seemed endless.

"Yeah, Alice kind of brings light to this place, huh?" Georgie, the cook asked. I nodded...

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Unforgivable Ch. 4

posted by para-scence

About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one دن before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 4

posted by Insight357

    I stood from the brown couch, rubbing my eyes. I had slept on the couch. Grey was mad, and I had been stressed. It was a fight waiting to happen.
    Grey had already left for her job at the pharmacy. She was a secretary. Today, I was going to get my license, to practice psychology.
    I stood from the couch, I was dressed in last night’s clothes. I’d been at the bar, doing شراب shots. I was trying to numb my mind from pop-up questions.
    It had been a week since I left the asylum. Since I left Dr. Anozi....

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Hells Outlaw - Chapter 13

posted by HouseMindFreak

Chapter 13

The hallways of the hospital were dead silent except for the beeping noises of the دل monitors from the patient rooms and random coughing. Jax slowly and silently stepped passed each door not wanting to spook anyone and draw attention to him. So far it was working.
Finally, he reached an elevator and pressed the down button, hoping that no one was on the other side of the door.
The door binged loudly as it reached his floor and Jax held his breath waiting to see a doctor یا security on the other side. It opened and he let out a huge sigh to an empty elevator.
He stepped inside and...

Hells Outlaw - Chapter 12

posted by HouseMindFreak

Chapter 12

The late afternoon sun shined on Koda’s back as he headed further west. Soon the sun would be shining in front of him, slowly drifting its way down the western horizon. Night would follow…

The hospital grew quiet as the hours went by. Jax’s pain had subsided but his anger and vengeance did not. With each passing منٹ he grew مزید restless and ready to leave his hospital bed.
He gently took the oxygen tubes out of his nose then gritted his teeth as he pulled the IV out his hand. Slowly, he moved his feet towards the edge of the بستر but quickly pushed them back as he saw a nurse...

Psychoanalysis: Prolouge

posted by Insight357

This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
    I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
    I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
    Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
    Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.

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Death Becomes Me: Luke Blade Story Chapter 2

posted by sawfan13

Sylvia took him to the hospital after his tantrum. He had a fever from it, and he became a little sick from his anger. She was a very good mother and taught her children well, but why would her angel of a son act so violently and moody? The doctor کہا it wasn't Sylvia's fault. Luke's real mother drank alcohol while carrying him which that means, Luke has fetal alcohol syndrome. It causes violent mood swings, temper tantrums, and compulsive behavior. Sylvia was worried about him because this can effect his behavior with everyone else around him, and his self esteem. A few days later, Sylvia...

Collin سٹریٹ, گلی Despair (short story)

posted by liissaaxx

“I can’t even remember why I chose to marry you!” She yelled. Her beautiful face filled with anger, those sparkling brown eyes that I have loved since دن one, bore into me with no affection. She had کہا them, the words I never wanted to hear.
The fight had been going on for an گھنٹہ now and I started to yell back, I could no longer control myself. Our first real fight in five years. I knew she would be over it soon and that big bright smile will light up her face, but I was overwhelmed too. I was hurt. But I stopped myself.
There were no lights on in our house; the outside light had...

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Every story has its beginning.

posted by jesus_bale

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right."

I can still remember the disappointment in those hazel eyes the moment I told him I was leaving. I couldn't stay - I had no choice. I still can't decide whether it hurt مزید to leave him, یا to know I had been the one who caused the pain. What was I supposed to do? This child needed guidance and protection now مزید than ever, and I couldn't help him. For so long I had been the one to console him - make him feel محفوظ - and it was coming to an end. It was... the rule.

"I need to go away, Alex. It's what imaginary دوستوں do....

Hell's Outlaw--Chapter 10

posted by HouseMindFreak

Chapter 10

“It appears an animal attacked him but the claw marks look almost….human,”
“How could a person do something like this?”

Voices echoed in and around him. They sounded so distant like he was under water.
His face burned like something tore the skin off and left it bare to the elements.
A light glowed around his eyes; a strong smell of oxygen filled his nose as he took in a deep breath.
The voices became louder as he became مزید awake.

“He’s starting to wake up.”

“What’s going on?” he winced. Talking made his face hurt.

“You’re in the hospital, آپ were found this morning...