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 Mirror Room
In the city of Elira, where glass towers kissed the clouds and illusions passed for truth, there was a man named Callen Vale. To the world, he was mesmerizing — silver-tongued, magnetic, impeccably dressed. People said his eyes held galaxies. Others swore he could make anyone feel like the only person in the room.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Journal
Fractureline
When Leira opened her eyes each morning, she didn’t just see the world—she *felt* it unfolding in ways most people could only dream of. To live in a five-dimensional reality meant more than walking through space or aging through time. It meant navigating *possibility*—alternate choices, parallel selves, the unseen architecture of fate.
By Gabriela Tone8 months ago in Futurism
The Cloud Thief
The Cloud Thief Once upon a time, in a village where the rooftops nearly touched the clouds, lived a curious girl named Luma with hair the color of stormlight and eyes that sparkled like stars on a clear night. Luma had always wondered what lay above the clouds—beyond the puff and swirl, past the reach of ladders and tree branches.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Writers
Tomatoes on the Balcony
Tomatoes on the Balcony When Ava moved into her tiny apartment above the bakery on Maple Street, she thought her gardening days were over. Back in her hometown, she’d grown up with her hands in the dirt—helping her grandfather tend rows of vegetables in the backyard garden. They used to joke that Ava could grow a tomato on a sidewalk crack.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Lifehack
The Spark in the Silence
The Spark in the Silence In the small town of Elridge, nestled between snowcapped hills and rust-colored forests, the world moved with a sleepy rhythm. Streets echoed with the familiarity of old stories, school bells, and shopkeepers calling out greetings. It was the kind of place where change was a stranger—and silence a companion.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Education
