Psychological

when eyes don't speak
Ayan had always believed that love was something dramatic — like the movies. Sparks flying, music swelling, confessions in the rain. That’s what love looked like… or so he thought.
By umais khan6 months ago in Fiction
Why? The Obsession That Drives Us—And When to Let It Go
Introduction: The Power of a Three-Letter Word We ask it as toddlers. We whisper it in the dark. We scream it at the universe when life feels unfair.
By Muhammad Abbas khan6 months ago in Fiction
The House That Wasn’t There Yesterday
I drive this road every single morning. Same potholes. Same flickering streetlamp. Same tired old billboard with peeling paint about a funeral service. This route to my teaching job is etched in my brain like muscle memory.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Fiction
My Dead Brother Sends Me Voicemails
The first voicemail came on the anniversary of his death. It was just after midnight. I was scrolling through old photos of us when my phone buzzed. The caller ID said “Unknown.” I let it go to voicemail. A minute later, a notification lit up:
By Musawir Shah7 months ago in Fiction
The Man in The Vent. AI-Generated.
He came pre-aged, hairline stressed just enough to suggest three divorces and a Harvard double major. Nobody blinked when he took the oath—same gait, same speaking cadence, even wore the same cufflinks as the last guy.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
The Letter That Waited 20 Years
The Letter That Waited 20 Years Written by Raza Iqbal It was a rainy Thursday when Emily stumbled upon the letter. The old family house in Yorkshire had always been full of secrets—dust-covered trunks in the attic, forgotten bookshelves, and drawers that stuck shut from decades of humidity. But this letter wasn’t hidden away. It was tucked carefully between two pages of a photo album, pressed like a fragile flower between fading memories.
By Moonlit Letters7 months ago in Fiction
He Never Missed a Day—Until One Morning, He Did
He Never Missed a Day—Until One Morning, He Did Written by Raza Iqbal The townspeople called him “Captain.” It wasn’t his real name—no one ever knew what that was—but it suited him well. Every morning, just as the sky broke into shades of rose and gold, he would arrive at the beach with a soft leather journal in hand and a thermos of something warm. He’d sit on the same weathered bench facing the sea, the one closest to the old fisherman’s dock, and stare out into the waves like they held a secret only he understood.
By Moonlit Letters7 months ago in Fiction
The Summer That Wasn’t.
By 2025, the world had moved on. The pandemic—that first one—was five years in the rearview. We’d mourned. We’d adjusted. We’d come back.
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Fiction
The Pool Wasn’t Warm Enough
The house sat like a postcard at the top of the hill, wrapped in white light. The rental listing had promised panoramic views of the valley, resort-style infinity pool, modern design touches throughout.
By The Arlee7 months ago in Fiction
Wrong Number📖. AI-Generated.
1:44 AM. His phone rang. Unknown number. Half-asleep, he answered. No voice. Just slow, muffled breathing—wet and deep, like someone too close to the mic.
By ElaheMindStories7 months ago in Fiction
Another night at the Children's library
Got called in to work another night shift at the Children's library. I really do not mind for that place is really just fun to be in with all the colors and pictures on the walls, as well as the little tables and chairs. These can be hard to clean up depending on what the staff has the kids doing. As usual the first duty is as like in adult family libraries reshelving the books is the first to be done. As I was once again, going up and down the stacks there was that whisper again of "Read the book. Read the book." At times I am actually expecting to hear the whispers now.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday
The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday. Trapped in a place where memory resets every morning, one outsider must uncover the secret before he forgets too.
By Farooq Hashmi7 months ago in Fiction