Psychological

My Friend’s Last Words Came in a Dream
It’s been a year since Lily passed away, but sometimes it still feels like she might text me, or I’ll turn a corner and see her laughing in that way only she could. Grief is strange like that—it never really goes away, it just changes shape.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
When the Sea Stopped Moving — and the World Began to Break
It started as silence. No gulls, no waves, no wind — just a vast, glassy ocean stretching to the horizon. At first, people thought it was a rare calm. But within days, the stillness spread across the globe. Shipping lanes froze. Fish vanished. And beneath the Pacific, something impossibly large began to wake.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Fiction
The Unforgotten Birth of Life
Lingering hours are delicate and prolonged, flickering like the remnant sparks of fire. Burnt embers glow, alighting the pistils of lilly flowers, scattered across the planks of the wooden jetty. The unforgotten birth of life flashes on and off, a chorus in the passing days, vibrating deep within Gurain's soul.
By Susan L. Marshall6 months ago in Fiction
This Needs to Stop. Top Story - August 2025.
With friendships, how do we really know what the other person is thinking? I might believe someone is my best friend, and later find out from others they were simply tolerating me, perhaps disliking pretty much everything about me. Sometimes, I had that suspicion about Gary, especially after he suddenly ditched me in high school.
By Scott Christenson🌴6 months ago in Fiction
The First Night. Content Warning.
As she drove up to the hospital, she was a little nervous. This was a new job for her, and she didn’t really know what to expect. And it was the night shift. In a hospice unit. She figured the patients would be asleep. What she wasn’t banking on was the emotions she would be feeling by the time the shift was over.
By Pamela Dirr6 months ago in Fiction
A Seat by the Window
I met her on the 8:05 train to the city. It wasn’t a cinematic moment. No sunlight streaming through her hair, no instant symphony playing in my head. She was just… there. Sitting by the window, reading a dog-eared paperback.
By Mahboob Khan6 months ago in Fiction
WHO DID IT? (English and Italian versions)
I was invited by an anonymous letter to take part in solving a case that requires unraveling some riddles to find the clues.
By Giada Gali 6 months ago in Fiction
I Followed a ‘Lost’ GPS Signal… And Ended Up in a Nightmare
Prologue: The Last Normal Night The whiskey burned going down as I crumpled Rachel's goodbye letter in my fist. One year together ended with three sentences on hotel stationery. I threw my duffel bag into the backseat of my '98 Honda Civic - the only thing I owned outright after the breakup. The digital clock read 2:37 AM when I turned the key, determined to drive through the night and put three states between me and my shattered heart.
By The Narrative Hub6 months ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Winged Lies - The Scribe
The fire crackles in the hearth behind him. He twitches a hand. The sound, however subtle or falsely comforting it may be, disturbs him, and he shifts slightly in his upholstered chair, straightening. He sets down the pen in his hand, being sure not to dot the precious paper with any splatter of misplaced ink, and turns ever so slightly toward the bookcase. The wall behind it is drenched in shadow cast by the fire, but even so, he can see, in the darkness, the vague figure of someone sitting in the lounge and reading, one leg crossed over the other, a book open wide in one hand, the opposite placed lightly against the armrest.
By Chloe6 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Message in the Teacup - Part 1. Top Story - August 2025.
The song “Ça va ça vient” by Vitaa and Slimane was playing through a small white speaker. Lyric lay in the sunshine, she knew she better put on more sunscreen.
By Rowan Finley 6 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Mask
To the outside world, Michael was the perfect picture of success—confident, charming, and always in control. His smile was infectious, and he had a knack for making everyone around him feel at ease.
By Haileyesus6 months ago in Fiction