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Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
So Close, And So They Begin, (An Excerpt) . Content Warning.
He heard the sound, the loud, pained moan. He stopped scraping the tree bark he was collecting. "Hello?" He called. "S-someone there?" He heard another soft groan. He started walking in the direction. As he got closer, the groans turned to whimpers. They came into clear view of each other. He tucked his book into his pocket, and crouched down, meeting the wounded deer in the bear trap at eye level. "Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a pickle." He scooted himself a little closer. The doe didn't move. "That looks like it hurts pretty badly." She let out a little whimper. "I can help you with that." He inched a little closer, reaching into his other pocket, pulling out a vial. He broke the wax around the cork. The doe remained still. He crept closer and closer.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Psyche
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Psyche
Brief moment of connection
My body is aching for healing. I need help, help to see how to get through the darkness. I’m searching but I just can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. I feel like I’m seeking for the keys to my success inside a pitch black room, desperately clutching at objects trying to find my way out. I feel like I’ve fallen into a hole and have no means to get out. I have lost my voice and lost myself. I need someone to come and help me out of here.
By Mia Watanabe2 years ago in Psyche
Heaven in the Voice Room. Top Story - September 2024.
This will not be an official report. I will be keeping this in my private files. And I will remain anonymous. Mr. Defoe was one of the newer staff members, but he had already proven himself to be a very valuable asset at the school, covering for other absent teachers, finding lost files (actually discovered one behind a filing cabinet that was so old it was in one of the colours I had not seen in almost a decade), and creating his own lesson plans. With all of that work, the decision to put him in charge of our Voice Room seemed easy enough (the other teachers simply did not want the job, and he was too polite to say no).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Psyche











