Psychological
Beneath the Silence.
The park was nearly empty when Mira arrived, as it always was this time of year. Late autumn peeled the world of color, leaving behind only faded golds and brittle browns. The air smelled of cold earth and drying leaves. She liked that. No one noticed her here, and she didn’t have to pretend.
By Muhammad Ilyas6 months ago in Fiction
The Power of a Kiss
It was a night that felt like magic. The sky was painted deep blue, with clouds softly glowing under the full moon. Stars scattered like secrets waiting to be whispered. The cool night breeze carried a faint melody, and everything felt still — like the universe was holding its breath.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Fiction
One Night. Content Warning.
"An A-minus?! Are you kidding me?!" Jon clenched his fists on his knees, his eyes glued to the faded grey carpet under his socks. His molars ached from the friction of him grinding them, the muscles in his jaw tenser than overstretched bungee cords. Even though he knew there was no point trying to plead his case, the words tumbled from his mouth before he could catch them.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Contract
“So, what’s the catch?” To be honest, he was getting ready to go out that night and did not expect that he would have to deal with such nonsense after making the offer, but nothing ever worked out the way he expected it to with these people. There was always some small little problem that was never anticipated. All these years and all those surprises…
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Remembered His Future. AI-Generated.
They said children had wild imaginations. But what happens when imagination becomes prediction—then prophecy? Ten-year-old Rayyan was a quiet child, the kind who observed more than he spoke. His mother, Layla, first noticed something odd the day he drew a detailed blueprint of a device she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t something he saw online or on TV. He simply said, “I built this. In the future.”
By Zulfiqar Khan6 months ago in Fiction
