Psychological

A coward boy. Content Warning.
Mike was the son of a rich aristocratic family that raised him in luxury. He was a man of fine looks, and of noble bearing, and of personal attractions to the female, and of being a prominent character in society. He was handsome, with a languid smile, a proud mustache, and flirtatious eyes that many found irresistible. He was a very witty and polite person and thus was quite fashionable for parties and such events. Women saw him as a charming man and men looked at him as if wishing they could be him because of his physique and his alleged womanizing ways. He was also a master duelist with sword and pistol and often said that if he chose to fight with someone he would prefer to use pistols.
By Khan Ali6 months ago in Fiction
Musings. Content Warning.
I fight death every night. I await, in the darkness, deaths presence. So far, I've been winning the battle though, at times, I wish death would win. The battles are like a expertly choreographed wrestling match. Back and fourth, the battle rages, fiercely, for hours as the night progresses. Am I stronger than death? I must be since I'm winning. I admit death is a mighty foe. Ultimately, over the years, it has turned into a war raging through the hours. Is the war winnable? I don't know.
By James Staskus6 months ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Heart
Detective Kaelen’s world was one of polished chrome, sanitized air, and the unwavering hum of a city that never slept. Aethelburg was the pinnacle of human achievement, a metropolis of soaring spires and light-ribboned skyways built upon the forgotten bones of a precursor civilization. To Kaelen, the “precursors” were a romantic myth, a convenient source of geothermal energy and stable foundations. The past was dust; the future was data.
By Alpha Cortex6 months ago in Fiction
Fearful, sensory AI Foibles.. Top Story - August 2025.
Somewhere Between the acceptance of AI and Myself...there hums a melody caught in neon lights, of question marks, interspersed with introspection and ambiguity. It suggests a liminal space, a blurred boundary between identity and artificiality, thought and algorithm. A conceptual direction we desperately need to explore.
By Antoni De'Leon6 months ago in Fiction
One Missed Call
"A strange phone call warns me not to go to work—and it’s my own voice on the other end." I wasn’t supposed to answer it. The phone rang just as I was about to lock my apartment door. At first, I ignored it—unknown number, early morning, coffee barely kicking in—but then something in the tone of the ring made me stop. It was my ringtone, yes, but slower. Almost… heavier.
By Zulfiqar Khan6 months ago in Fiction
Magical Realism
What if the impossible slipped into your everyday life without a second glance? In the sleepy coastal town of Maris Cove, where the sea whispered secrets and the air tasted of salt, Elena Vasquez lived a quiet life. At 34, she ran a small bakery, her hands kneading dough as the morning sun painted the windows golden. But every so often, the bread she baked would rise with tiny, shimmering wings, fluttering off the trays to hover like butterflies before dissolving into crumbs. To Elena, this was normal—magic woven into the fabric of her days, unnoticed by most. Have you ever seen the extraordinary hide in the ordinary?
By Thomas6 months ago in Fiction
The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
Book Review – The Housemaid Is Watching by Freida McFadden: What Makes This Thriller Tick
When it comes to psychological thrillers that keep you on the edge of your seat, The Housemaid Is Watching by Freida McFadden delivers a powerful punch. From the first page, this novel grabs hold of you and doesn’t let go, blending family drama, secrets, and suspense into a cocktail that’s hard to put down. But what exactly makes this thriller so addictive? The answer lies in McFadden’s masterful storytelling — one that expertly balances tension, unexpected twists, and deep emotional stakes.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Final Stop
Blink and you’ll miss it, she said. It’s more like…Spit and you’ll miss it, he thought. The dust was still thick in the air when she stopped the Jeep in front of what looked like an abandoned train car. He spat out dirt and wiped off the dust in his eyes and hair as he looked around. Abandoned? Yup. Like most of the area around it. He could see that the bush would take over this area one day and he thought that would be a fair deal. There were no other cars in the small lot, but he could see that there had been several abandoned across the road in what looked like a farmer’s field. No livestock or crops there now, but someone’s forgotten garage. And this place…
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
A Day in the Park That Changed Her Life
It was supposed to be just another Sunday. Anna had no grand plans, no urgent tasks, and no reason to expect anything extraordinary. The city was slow that morning — soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, the air still cool enough to keep the windows open. She had been feeling stuck lately. Not lost exactly, but as if her life had been running on the same loop for months — work, sleep, repeat.
By Habib king6 months ago in Fiction
The Beginning – Chapter One
A long street, stretching endlessly. Houses lined up on both sides, whispering secrets. You can’t tell—are the people living in them happy, or broken?
By Shatha Hantol6 months ago in Fiction