Psychological

The Last Signal . AI-Generated.
Rain fell heavily over Milan, turning the streets into trembling mirrors of neon lights. In the nearly empty office on the fifteenth floor of a skyscraper in Porta Nuova, Luca stared at the screen.
By Michael Tomasettaabout an hour ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brierabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
Are Ghosts Real? Do They Exist? The Reall Truth ? Ghost Mystery Solved?
Are Ghosts Real? Do They Exist? For centuries, people around the world have shared stories of ghosts—spirits of the dead appearing to the living, mysterious shadows moving in empty rooms, unexplained footsteps in the dark, or cold chills without reason. From ancient folklore to modern horror movies, belief in ghosts continues to fascinate humanity. But the big question remains: Are ghosts real? Do they truly exist?
By Discovery Channel about 16 hours ago in Fiction
Labor V Elite
Sheep, sheep everywhere. Sheep following along to pasture work. Sheep finding mates. Sheep producing offspring who will then
By Julie Lacksonenabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkina day ago in Fiction
Veil of Subconscious Awakening. Top Story - February 2026.
Images slide behind my eyelids like film cadres, bursting with meanings. In one moment, I’m speeding down the highway, making the speedometer swing wildly like a frantic pendulum. The next moment, I’m plunging from a falling plane, slowly crashing earthward. At home, I meet black cat’s green, googly eyes staring at me from the cavernous hollowness of the kitchen. When I turn for a moment, it disappears, and all I can see is a pair of blue suede shoes set up against the wall. I pick them up and put them on. When I glimpse at them again, they’ve become black as night, making me blink and flinch.
By Moon Deserta day ago in Fiction
The Day the Sun Didn’t Rise
The weather forecast had mentioned a storm system moving in from the north. Nothing unusual. But when 6:12 AM came and went without even a hint of light, something felt wrong.
By Salman Writes2 days ago in Fiction
Calm Like A Bomb
They ran their fingers along the plunger’s rubber grip. It was just another day on the job, and all in all it was a good job that put hot food on their table.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 days ago in Fiction
She Absorbs People’s Pain
In this world, pain could be transferred. Not the pain of broken bones or sickness—but emotional pain. The silent kind that lived behind the ribs and whispered at night. Grief. Shame. Regret. That could be handed to someone else.
By Waqid Ali 2 days ago in Fiction
THE MAN WHO COULD WORK MIRACLES
George McWhirter Fotheringay was not the kind of man anyone would expect to possess miraculous powers. He was small, with bright red hair, freckles, sharp brown eyes, and a habit of twisting the ends of his moustache when arguing. He worked as a clerk at Gomshott’s and enjoyed proving people wrong. Until the age of thirty, he did not believe in miracles at all. In fact, he strongly argued that miracles were impossible. His strange discovery happened one evening while he was debating the subject in the bar of the Long Dragon.
By Faisal Khan2 days ago in Fiction
The Elevator That Only Goes Down
Everyone who worked there knew that. Forty-seven floors. No basement. No sublevels. But the elevator had 48 buttons.
By Salman Writes3 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold His Shadow
Everyone noticed the shadow before they noticed the man. It appeared on the pavement first. Tall. Thin. Twisted at the shoulders like something was wrong with its bones.
By Salman Writes3 days ago in Fiction