Notes on a Psychiatric WardJohn Forbes Nash, Jr., was one of the recipients of the 1994 Nobel Prize in Economics — but he nearly wasn't: the Nobel selection body had expressed concerns that he might embarrass them.Notes on a Psychiatric Ward2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mr Nash was a paranoid schizophrenic. His illness had led him to believe, among other things, that he had been charged with creating a new world government that would lead to his being crowned Emperor of Antarctica.
Most people would call such a belief mad. Mr Nash himself, acknowledging what he had been through, said: 'My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.'
The same might be said of my own quest.
After a long and interesting life, Mr Nash, along with his wife, died suddenly and needlessly in an automobile accident. I was on a psychiatric ward at the time.
The point of these brief, loosely-structured notes is to speak a little about some of my fellow patients, and to illuminate the often obscured truth that people with a mental illness are
Prussia x Reader - Dance with me?Prussia x Reader - Dance with me?2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gilbert smiled as he waved a goodbye to his friends. As soon as he knew they had gone he flipped open a small notepad and ticked off the second last box labeled ‘Bad Touch Trio’. It was when he saw the very last thing on his list that his heart clenched and he thought he was going to go out there and then. (Name). If just her name made his body react so violently, he could only guess what seeing her would do. Maybe he shouldn’t have left meeting her the last part of his wish-list.
He kept a pained expression on his face as he made his way to (name)’s house, forcing a smile only when he had knocked very loudly on her door. When she unlocked the door, she was met by a grinning albino, no trace of the previous hurt anywhere.
“Oh! What’s up, Gil?” there was a short silence in which Gilbert said nothing, “Umm, do you normally visit people at eleven at night without telling them?” She held
SithVamp Reviews: MatildaSithVamp Reviews: Matilda2 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Welcome back to Girl Power Month on SithVamp Reviews! Well, let me tell you guys something: one of my favorite authors is Roald Dahl. He wrote many great books, and I especially love his books aimed at children, such as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach, The Witches, The Twits, and Matilda. Many of these books had film adaptations, and the one about Matilda is the movie I’ll be looking at today.
Matilda came out in 1996. The movie opens in a hospital, where a couple, Harry Wormwood and his wife Zinnia, played by Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman, pick up their newborn daughter, however, neither of them seem happy about her.
Harry and Zinnia name their daughter Matilda, but they always neglect her. While Harry leaves to sell used cars for unfair prices, Zinnia goes to play bingo and Matilda’s dumb older brother Mikey goes to school, they always leave Matilda home to get the mail. However, we see that despite being a little girl, Matilda is able of taki
OTD: Madoka BeginningsBUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZOTD: Madoka Beginnings3 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Steel searched around for the alarm clock. He slammed the snooze button before groaning, turning over in his bed.
“Ugh...what a horrible nightmare...”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Eh, maybe later.”
Steel’s weary expression suddenly turned into an alert one. He looked over to see that, right next to him, in his own bed, was a Filipino man around his age.
Steel let out a scream of horror.
Dimentio713 apparently shared his sentiments.
Show me the side streets in your life
Train yards like bone yards, sharpened knives
Sidewalks are unassuming fields
Concrete and cracks won't cut you deals
Won't cut you deals
Won't cut you
Lost teeth like white jewels of some kind
Petty theft for penny crimes
For penny crimes
For penny crimes
And we yell
ahh ahhh ahh ahh like a good ol' fashion nightmare
ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahh
ahh ahhh ahh ahh like a good ol' fashion nightmare
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Master Clock Tick. Tick. Tick.Master Clock 1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
June stared at the alarm clock. She didn’t know where it came from, how it got there. All she knew was that it looked almost exactly like her father’s old one, with a yellowed face and bold, old style numbering.
It sat on the shelf in the antique shop, and while a thin layer of dust coated everything else, it looked newly cleaned. It seemed out of place in general, she thought, still staring. It was the only mechanical thing in the shop; there were mostly just carvings and furniture.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Maybe it was the owner’s alarm clock, and for some reason they’d forgotten it there, though the yellow sticker with the price—ten dollars and seventy five cents—said otherwise.
PietroxReader - Life in Color (One-Shot)PietroxReader - Life in Color (One-Shot)PietroxReader - Life in Color (One-Shot)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Contains: Violence, cussing, two alternate endings c:, Brutasha is still a thing. A slight change for Peggy Carter. Not accurate towards AOU
This is going to be an AU soulmate thing. It's based of some of those soulmate stuff from Tumblr. It's when you see everything in black and white but when you first touch your soulmate, you see life in color c;
Song: Life in Color by OneRepublic
Seeing the world in black and white was such a struggle. You've always wanted to see what the color red looked like or the color blue. You always wanted to know what your favorite color would be too. What sucked the most was that basically your entire team, save for Steve, was able to see color. Tony and Pepper, Bruce and Natasha (that one surprised you), Clint and whoever, and Thor and Jane. You and Steve thought perhaps maybe it was the two of you, sinc
The Casket Caper - Part TenBack safely at the Belleclaire Hotel, Lafarge ascended to the fourth floor by means of a tiny elevator. He stepped out, shuffled past a young couple with backpacks and admitted himself to room 412.The Casket Caper - Part Ten1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside, his case was already packed; he would be leaving the country in a matter of hours. He sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the plastic handset of the hotel telephone.
“Reception?” he asked calmly, though he was far from calm, “I would like to place an international call.”
There was a pause. Lafarge pulled JB's crumpled letter from his pocket and unfolded it. A tinny voice in his ear gave him permission to proceed.
“Thank you,” he said, and dialled the number on the letterhead.
A few seconds passed, then he heard a faint, intermittent ring tone. The phone crackled. A distant voice responded:
“Bureau de Villard.” The voice seemed flat - perhaps because it was after 1am in France - but Lafarge was merely following instructions.
FFM Links - 30 July 2015Welcome to Flash Fiction Month, Day 30! We are drawing ever so close to the end, and we like to finish things with a bang, so prepare yourself for BACK-TO-BACK CHALLENGE DAYS. That's right. We usually give you a day to rest, but let's end this right, shall we? We think today's CHALLENGE is a relatively easy one, but tomorrow might just make you eat your words.FFM Links - 30 July 20152 days ago in Editorial More Like This
"Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think" -Terry Pratchett.
In homage to yet another amazing writer, we invite you to honor Terry Pratchett by looking at your own world through the mirror of the fantastical. You must write a piece of flash fiction that:
is of the fantistorical genre. While that link references George R.R. Martin, we
The Perfect StrangerI dreamed of her for the first time a week after we met. I didn't have her face, or her name, or know the sweet sound of her voice, but I dreamed her. She sat on my couch and we talked of the oddest things. I did not tell her though.The Perfect Stranger2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A month later she was still a mystery. She was faceless, but I knew she was beautiful. She had no voice, but I knew she sang like an angel. She didn't have a name, but I knew it was the most elegant set of syllables on Earth.
I dreamed of her again.
She lay her head on my chest and I held her all night. We confessed our sins and I made lifelong promises. I too embarrassed to admit it.
I told her everything without hesitation.
If my boss yelled at me, she knew. If I accidentally stole a candy bar with my groceries, she knew. She told me little about herself. I knew that she hated where she was and who she was. It was hard to see the most magnificent person I knew struggle.
She was in my dreams again.
Almost every night now she was there. I
The Message Don't leave, please, you have to read this. It's important and will save your life. You just have to trust me.The Message2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only I can save you, I am your last resort. What I am doing isn't a very easy thing to do. This is the only way I could warn you though, so bear with me.
Never have I tried so hard to save a life before. But you're important. You're going to do great things one day, I can't tell you what, but just know the world needs you alive.
Tonight, they are coming for you, I can't tell you who they are either. I can't tell you very much, honestly. I'm not supposed to be doing this either, but I'm trying my best. I can't be straight forward, so think of this as a code to decipher.
Getting tired... This is really hard work for a time traveler. You'd think technology would be advanced enough to where I could visit you in solid form, but it's not. So I've found something you pay more attention to than a person at your
Death Battle: Charizard vs DragonbornDeath Battle: Charizard vs Dragonborn3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kiryu: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's end this debate once and for all.
Gwangi: It's time for a Death Battle!!!
Walking across the snow-covered ground, the Dragonborn traversed the slope of the mountain. Ever since Alduin had been slain by the strange centaur creature, the Nord had been a bit lax in his work, his main foe of concern finally gone, even if by the hands of another evil being.
Reaching the peak of the mountain, the Dragonborn scanned the area. This place of concern was just the kind of area for a dragon to be residing at.
What he found wasn't quite what he was expecting.
Looking into the distance, the Dragonborn spotted a creature resting atop a large boulder. At first, he believed the beast to be a dragon, but as he walked towards the animal's perch, he was confused by the details. The creature was indeed very dragon-like, having broad leathery wings, horns atop a head with long jaws, and a generally draconic look, but this creature had orange skin, a y
Don't judge a book by it's coverWhy do people judge?Don't judge a book by it's cover3 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Maybe just because of our appearance, our personality, or our country. But, let me tell you something, not all the persons in this world, are bad persons.
Don't judge, because you can be judged too.
This is the story of a very typical judging topic.
Fancy's was the name of a very popular restaurant somewhere else in this world, where only the richest and famous people will go and eat.
But one day, friday to be exact, a woman who had not the best dress, nor the best haircut, nor the best shoes but the best attitude made a line to enter on this restaurant. Her nails didn't have varnish, she didn't have an expensive necklace, she wasn't even wearing earrings like the other women in the line. All the people who was in the line were judging her, because of her dressing way, and her haircut, they thought she was a beggar.
Finally, it was this woman's turn to enter the restaurant, but in that moment a t
Spread The LoveAs part of the human race, we share bad experiences and bad situations. It's how we get through them that makes us the great ones- the ones others look up to.Spread The Love3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
You know, when I was a little kid and I mentally spoke to myself, my imagination ran wild and I actually believed that there was another little girl connected to my brain, speaking to me. Likewise, when we share the same first name, and sometimes, even the same instances, we share the same strength. For example, somewhere in this world, there is a...
Dear, sweet Meg. Nobody understands you, do they? You're the girl who sits at the back of the class and only answers when the teacher asks you to. They say you're the mean girl- a bully that hides behind a facade- too quite. But that's not you. You're lonely. You're Meg; but that's just the nickname they gave you. You hate it. You don't understand it. But you're perfect.
Kira, I know you won't be able to forgive or forget for years to co
5 Tips on creating a SeriesWhen we want to create Series. what media format would our series be? an animated series? a comic series? a literature series? or a multi-format series? A series can be created in any format and genre you desire. But, what drive the Series is the Characters and Concepts you made and the Lore and Universe you created for it. so, here are some strategies that would help you in creating your project series:5 Tips on creating a Series1 day ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Tip 1: find your creative drive
It could come from anything that Inspires and Influence you, your characters, and the universe you created. and depending on your talent and craft, is what you plan to make it as.
Tip 2: Outline your ideas, develop your characters, and Design your setting
It's best recommended you do this to keep track of every concept you have written or created. also focus on world building for your future series and your characters. otherwise, it would be like designing a building with no blueprint or going on an adventure without a road
The Earless ManThe Earless ManThe Earless Man3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don’t know what to really call this memory. I don’t know if this was a dream, or something that really happened to me, but I remember it vividly. I recall being four or five when I saw this. I remember my parents taking me to a small movie theatre, and sitting a little to the left in one of the seats. Three to four other people sat in front of us in different spots. I remember the place being pitch black, except for the huge rectangle screen in front of me. On the screen it was playing a movie.
I remember watching the scene take place in a long, dark hallway in a hotel. On each side were six or seven closed doors. At the end of the hallway was a window, where a storm was happening outside late at night. Lightning would crack outside, lighting up the hallway for a split second, followed by thunder.
At the opposite end of the hallway was a man. The man I remember looked to be in his late forties and was a little overweight. He stood on an upside-down gray, s
The Great Battle of the Kronstadting sea(PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A PARODY AND IS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY I REPEAT THIS IS A PARODY THAT IS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY SO PLEASE ENJOY)The Great Battle of the Kronstadting sea1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Date: April 1, 2420
Location: Kronstadting sea
It was a calm day at sea, Dolphins were jumping around while the local population of Fin whales were in the middle of thier mating season while at the same time a great white shark with a god damn laser gun strap to his head for some reason ate its fifth human victim cause reasons.
All was perfectly fine, that was until Two fleets enter the area, one fleet being compose of a Iowa-Class Battleship (ASWS RV), a Kirov-class heavy missile cruiser (ASWS SCH), Four Bismarck-class Battleships (ASWS CONQ, ASWS SPUNZ ASWS GERMANIA,ASWS ROMMEL), five Ticonderoga-class cruiser mark 41 (ASWS DELTA, ASWS CODY, ASWS MEP, ASWS SWORDSGIRL, ASWS CHIM), two Nimitz-Class Aircraft Carriers ( ASWS DA, ASWS SHIRU) and a Virginia-Class Submarine (ASWS SOUL)
The other fleet was
Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 1Of Loss and Madness: Chapter 13 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Of Loss and Madness
A RDNA-verse Tale from Two Nations' Eyes
(Chapter 1: Dual Crowns)
Montreal, Loyalist Dominion of Canada. 7 May 1949.
Not many people took the old Dual Crowns route. Once, the storied railroad line had symbolized the friendship between the British and Habsburg Empires. Now, there were those who thought of simply cutting off the connection at the last American station. Those who bought tickets these days were mainly on official business. One in particular was just delivered to an out of the way flat in Le Plateau-Mont-Royal. But at the moment, it was being waved frantically in front of its recipient by his twin brother. All to his eternal annoyance.
"You're really going there, Mattie? Look, I know you've got the envoy excuse. But seriously?!"
The host, one Matthew Williams, let out a quiet sigh as he stood up from his couch, glaring at his erstwhile sibling. "It's fine, Alfred. How many times do I have to say it, eh? There's n
The Good, the Bad, and the Kanker - fanon rantLet's kick off by asking a question: what kind of character canon!Kankers are?The Good, the Bad, and the Kanker - fanon rant1 day ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The most obvious answer at this moment would be a four-letter c-word, but some ladies here (especially in the glorious US of A) would be upset if I used it, so let's just call them Diabolii ex Machina.
What does that mean? To quote TvTropes: "Suddenly, tragedy strikes." This is pretty much their bread and butter - showing up when things go right for the Eds and wrecking shit up for no apparent reason. To rub more salt into the wound, they almost always win, with those few cases of them not succeeding ending up with them backing off relatively unharmed. The biggest punishment they had to face? Getting stuck in a measuring jug. THE PAIN.
Why am I writing about them right now?
Let's get something out of the way - Kankers are "just" jerks with undertones of played-for-laughs sexual harassment. Compared to a lot of villains, they're not irredeemable. With how little personality they have, if you are writing about
They Need YOUNobody understands the value of your OC like you. Your characters will not be anything without you, so asa result, if you feel down and out, where does that leave them? That leaves them off of your mind. If they are off of your mind, then for that brief moment they don't exist.They Need YOU3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I know that it's tough. I know that your mind loves to screw around with you, and it chooses to do so in the worst of times. It is apparent that those around you don't always see what it is that you are doing, but I assure you that that is just noise.
Your creativity often thrives on your emotion. It's why I write. Your OC is no different. Feed yourself thought and inspiration. I don't mind if you have to talk to yourself. You will make leaps and bounds in creating your OC, thus the story that surrounds them, and eventually a product.
They need you. Go to them.
You're wonderful ScottI don't think I've had a more stronger respect for someone I barely know then I do for Scott. Go ahead and take a look. T.TYou're wonderful Scott2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Snivy Revenge (Snivy TF Request)There is a boy named John. He is 19 years old. He's very lonely in his home, because his parent goes to work everyday. John only goes to school and back to home everyday. When John bored, sometimes he plays his video games, but he prefers to sleep.Snivy Revenge (Snivy TF Request)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today, John is making new plan to spend his spare time. John is going to ask his friends to join him taking a walk in a wild forest. Its dangerous, but howcome, he's very brave after all. Some of his friends rejected, some accepted.
"Ok, everyone let's gather here tomorrow, come on, collect your stuff, we don't know who's waiting us out there!" John shouts.
"What do we need to bring, John?" Kent asks.
"Anything you need to have, but bringing weapons is also important, we can share it each other."
"What weapon? Like sharp knife, sword, or bow? They're very expensive you know." George says.
"Just bring what you need to bring." John finishes.
John and his friends return to their house. John is taking up everything he has. Bows, swords, axes, sh
::OTW:: Tournament Round 2 Sangeen had been thoroughly trashed in the last battle, desperately hoping to make a comeback in the second round. The constant insults from Helmy had been driving her batshit all week and if she needed to rip out someone's heart to prove she was worth something then she would most certainly do so.::OTW:: Tournament Round 23 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only good thing to come out of losing to Ruby was that the dragon had avoided her. When they were seated in the same section in the arenas, if they even made eye contact she would have to find another seating space. And so at least one person in this cursed school took her seriously. If that was it so be it but it was certainly going to be nice to get to take out her frustrations soon.
Standing in the arena, the cool dust beneath her bloody feet, Sangeen had decided that wearing her cloak would be unnecessary once again. She stared her opponent down, the half vampire that had been brought down in the previous round by Casper. An involuntary shudd