HeyItsPhephen
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I'm a classic 4 with ginger hair.
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Stories (26/0)
Between Blue Lines
Is it Selfish... ...to want to end your life? Many philosophers have suggested yes. But I'm not sure that matters in the moment of deep emotional affliction. Yet it has often been the very thing that kept me from crossing the line from one life to the next. If that belief helps you stay alive then it serves a holy purpose, but what happens when the guilt isn't enough to keep you going? What happens when the threat of hell and judgement isn't sufficient to override the dark cravings of death? If you're reading this then you've probably lived long enough to know that life gets problematic. Messy. Occasionally the mess becomes overwhelming. It becomes too much to process; to carry.
By HeyItsPhephen2 years ago in Psyche
Advent
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but no one will forget the day the streets filled with screams of terror or the thundering of massive wings stirred the atmosphere. What had once been nothing more than folklore and tall tales for children suddenly became a waking nightmare as flying monsters of fury and might engaged in combat in the skies over Chattanooga. Buildings were ravaged and the streets flooded with dragon fire as they clashed overhead. The dragons raged for a week before finally retreating into the mountains to tend to their wounds.
By HeyItsPhephen2 years ago in Fiction
Moonlight
Dear Mom, It's been 32 years since I entered this world and our relationship began. Poverty, pain, and panic attacks have littered the road, but we've made it! I often reflect on the time we have spent together and the rocky path we have walked to arrive here.
By HeyItsPhephen2 years ago in Confessions
Born in a Cage
World on Fire The projectile shot out across the room and struck my face just above the brow of my right eye. I felt the blood pouring down the side of my face and ran to the restroom to clean the wound and hide my embarrassment. My brother was outraged when he received a reprimand for breaking my skin and even more so when the assault didn't immediately turn into affection. Consequently, I was forced to express love and forgiveness despite my own pain.
By HeyItsPhephen2 years ago in Psyche
