Psychological
The Nights at the Library
Usually, I do not get called out to work at this particular library too often. But this night I am to report to the university Curriculum library (is where education majors can sign out old textbooks to complete various course projects using old schoolbooks) and start their yearly perpetual inventory. For those you do not know a perpetual inventory is where librarians and if there are assistants count all the books in said library to make sure all the books were returned. This is one tedious job duty, but if one really loves books no matter the content the job is not that bad, and it gives one a sense of accomplishment.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Midnight Sun and Moonlight Hearts
In the farthest reaches of the world, beyond towering mountains and endless forests, lay a village unlike any other. This village was unique because it existed at the very edge of the Arctic Circle, where the sun never fully set in summer and never fully rose in winter. Here, the people lived by the rhythms of the midnight sun and the haunting glow of the moonlight hearts.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Fiction
Love in the Time of Dial-Up
In the fall of 1999, when the world was still bracing for Y2K and everyone saved their documents on floppy disks, love bloomed slowly—pixel by pixel, word by word, across the shaky lines of dial-up internet. Back then, the web was not yet a stream but a sputter. Connections were noisy, unreliable, and precious. It was in this static-laced symphony that Adam met Eliza.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Fiction
In Love With a Stranger on the Train
It started on a Tuesday—ordinary, gray, unremarkable. The kind of morning when the sky forgets to rise with conviction and people shrink into their coats, blending into the city’s shuffle. Mia boarded the 7:45 a.m. commuter train from Willow Creek to downtown like she did every day, earbuds in, coffee in hand, mind already halfway through her to-do list.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Fiction
Rain Fell, and So Did I
The sky was a heavy, bruised gray when I stepped outside that afternoon. I hadn’t noticed the weather report—probably because I didn’t want to. Sometimes, ignorance feels like protection. But as the first cold drops began to fall, I knew I was caught unprepared. The rain had come sudden and relentless, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for reasons I could only guess at.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Fiction
The Shape of Love in the Dark
The world went dark for Lila one winter morning when her vision vanished without warning. It had begun with blurred shapes, flashes of light, and migraines. Doctors called it a rare degenerative condition—fast, irreversible, incurable. By the time the snow had melted, Lila lived in permanent night.
By Haris Raheem6 months ago in Fiction
I Paid a Witch to Erase My Memories But They’re Coming Back
I Paid a Witch to Erase My Memories But They’re Coming Back You don’t find witches in neon-lit cities or suburban cul-de-sacs. You find them in the cracks of reality between the forgotten and the forbidden. I didn’t seek her out because I believed in magic. I sought her because I was desperate to forget.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Toy
Ottis only wanted to show his wife the school where he grew up. But the visit to the abandoned village reveals more than ruins; it uncovers corrupted memories, forgotten symbols, and a toy that should never have been touched. A tale about the weight of the past and the silence that transforms.
By Gabriel Santos6 months ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Soldier . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Pennsylvania, 1943 They called it Operation Sugar Rush and Private Joe Kowalski carried its secret in his duffel bag: 12 pounds of dark chocolate bars stamped For Military Use Only. Joe wasn’t supposed to open them. But as his troop train rattled toward New York Harbor, a sobbing girl in a patched dress changed everything. She’d lost her doll. Joe slipped her a chocolate squar. Shh, kid. This is magic rations.Her smile cracked his resolve.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Fiction
