Psychological

breathe
The blue painted mug slipped from Maya's fingers as the first cool breeze of autumn swept through her open kitchen window. It landed with a crash and shattered against the tiled kitchen floor in a spray of crystalline fragments that caught the amber light of the season's dying sun.
By Florida Solondz6 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name. AI-Generated.
The Stranger Who Knew My Name The bus was nearly empty that night. It was one of those long, suffocating rides where the hum of the engine and the flickering fluorescent lights made you feel more alone than ever. I sat by the window, watching the city blur into streaks of yellow and gray, trying to silence the thoughts that had been eating at me all day.
By NOOR UDDIN6 months ago in Fiction
Did I Drink That Or
Author's Note: Write a story where something unreal still has a real impact. 'It was all a dream', or was it? I awoke afraid and looking around to see where I was.
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Fiction
Rust Beneath the Skin. Content Warning.
The year was 1899, and the sea pressed itself endlessly against the coast of Whitcombe, a village where salt clung to the air and iron settled deep into every man’s bones. Fishermen cursed the waves even as they depended on them. Wives scrubbed clothes raw on the stones, while children hauled baskets of coal to homes already blackened with soot. And among them moved Clara Whitcombe, daughter of the late foundry master, who wore gloves even in the height of summer.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Fiction
Silent Sister
Clara never spoke after her twin drowned. She only stared with her eyes black, and lips sealed tight. At night, whispers filled the house, but her lips never moved.
By Shai Anderson6 months ago in Fiction
Heavely Seas - Chapter 14
Theo would do anything for his Mummy Dearest. The poor woman was so heartbroken over the death of her eldest son. She brought Calvin into the world and was also the one who made him leave. Little Heath wasn’t quite himself either. Theo knew what he had to do. He had to bring his brothers back for her.
By Chloe Gilholy6 months ago in Fiction
The Ache of Summer
Simon and Donna followed the porter up to their hotel room. As soon as he opened the door, the couple gasped at the stunning view. They were not used to such luxurious accommodation on the seafront.
By Alan J. Edmonds6 months ago in Fiction
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Fiction
A Utopia Far From the Biological Family
It relates the narrative of a kid whose life started with a traumatic trauma at the age of seven, who read a lot of books but couldn't make any friends, was mentally mistreated by her family, and eventually erased her family at the age of thirty.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Hour
🌿 A short story born from this art… The rain fell like accusations against the windshield, each drop carrying the weight of unspoken truths. Maya had been driving for sixteen hours straight, her knuckles bone-white against the steering wheel, following a ghost across state lines that blurred together like watercolors in the storm.
By Prompted Beauty6 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Slept for 100 Years
When the travelers first stumbled upon Maravelle, they thought it was abandoned. The cobblestone streets were dustless, the wooden shutters half-open, the fountains still pouring streams of clear water as if they had been tended only yesterday. Yet not a single voice, not a single step echoed through the town.
By Samiullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Wedding Photographer
The Routine Assignment Rohail was passionate about photography. Covering weddings was his everyday job. Bright lights, decorated halls, and smiling faces were always a part of his camera reel. For him, every wedding felt the same bride, groom, happiness, and the noise of celebration.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction