Gabriela Tone
Bio
I’ve always had a strong interest in psychology. I’m fascinated by how the mind works, why we feel the way we do, and how our past shapes us. I enjoy reading about human behavior, emotional health, and personal growth.
Stories (205)
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The Blood in the Walls
Mara was nine years old the first time she heard the walls whisper. She sat in the attic of the old Vexley Manor, legs crossed, sketching birds in a dusty notebook. The late afternoon sun filtered through a cracked window, catching the dust in golden clouds. Then came the sound—soft, almost like humming. Not wind. Not mice. A voice, faint and rhythmic, like a chant under breath.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
Before the Storm
Elias Turner had always believed in the power of the present. Live now, worry later—that was his motto. In his twenties, it worked just fine. A good job in tech, a bustling friend group, a trendy downtown apartment, and no kids or mortgage to worry about. He laughed at budgets. He skipped insurance talks. He said things like, *“Why plan for problems that haven’t happened?”*
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Lifehack
The Weight of Truth
Everyone in Valebrook had an opinion, and most of them were loud. Nestled in a valley shadowed by steep cliffs and thick woods, the town had grown small but proud. Its people were friendly enough—if you didn’t ask too many questions. There were rules, some spoken, most not. Dress neat. Speak right. Don’t trust the quiet ones. And never—ever—talk about the Old House on Marrow Hill.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
Petals in the Wind. Top Story - May 2025.
A Love That Bloomed Against the Seasons The Field and the Garden In the corner of a vast and ancient meadow where wild things ran untamed, the red poppy bloomed. Her name was *Seraphine*, born of sunlight and storm, her petals a fierce blaze against the golden grasses. The wind carried her scent like a battle cry, and bees sang drunken hymns around her crown.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
The Willow
In the quiet town of Merrow’s Edge, where the willows kissed the river and secrets grew like moss on the stone bridges, Elara and Cassian once carved promises into bark. They were childhood friends turned lovers, the kind whose names people said in the same breath. Elara, fierce and tender, daughter of the local healer; Cassian, poetic and clever, son of the magistrate.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
Glass Walls
They said the sky was just the sky. Endless blue by day, scattered stars by night—so it seemed. But sixteen-year-old Elira had always suspected more. From the moment she first touched the shimmering veil during a freak lightning storm at age six, she knew the heavens weren’t what they appeared to be.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Fiction
Fading Smiles
Maya Bennett had always believed in the good in people. Raised by a schoolteacher mother and a firefighter father, she'd been taught to treat everyone with kindness, assume positive intent, and believe that character spoke louder than charm. But as she entered her late twenties and began climbing the ranks in a competitive marketing firm in downtown Chicago, she started to realize the world wasn’t always as straightforward as she once believed.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Confessions
Beneath the Surface
When Ethan Hayes woke up in the burn unit of St. Joseph’s Hospital, his world had already changed. The sterile white ceiling, the muffled beeping of machines, and the antiseptic sting in the air were the first things he noticed. The second was the absence of feeling on the right side of his face. He tried to speak but found his mouth wouldn't move properly. Panic crept in, but the drugs pulled him back under before he could fight.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Confessions
Skin Deep
When Jordan Reyes opened her eyes in the hospital, she didn’t remember the fire—just the heat. An overwhelming pressure, a roar, and then nothing. She woke to the sharp scent of antiseptic, the rasp of bandages against skin, and a numb ache that stretched from her jaw to her shoulder.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Confessions
