Psychological

"Whispers in the Leaves"
Long ago, there was an old oak under a meadow with rolling hills and golden grass in the background, quiet as hell. Age wore off its thick, bushy trunk and extended branches like large, open arms.... The leaves were inhabited by birds, squirrels, and insects. Through generations, the tree had been keeping watch over the land, enduring thunderous storms, burning summers and gentle springs in winter. It maintained peace without disturbance.
By Osman Ahmed7 months ago in Fiction
Labubu Doll: Viral Toy or Demonic Presence in Disguise?
Right now, there’s a strange little doll showing up everywhere. Its name? Labubu. At first glance, it might just look like another collectible toy—small, quirky, with big eyes and a mischievous grin. But scroll through TikTok or Instagram, and you’ll see something much bigger happening. People are obsessed. They’re lining up for hours. Paying thousands of dollars. Celebrities are carrying it like it’s the next fashion accessory.
By Taimoor Khan7 months ago in Fiction
My Tattoo Tells the Future — But Only in America
My Tattoo Tells the Future — But Only in America I never believed in fate. I’m a rational person — raised in Birmingham, educated in logic, grounded in facts. So when I got the tattoo, it wasn’t a spiritual moment. Just a silly dare in my uni days. A small Celtic symbol on my wrist — meant nothing to me then.
By Musawir Shah7 months ago in Fiction
The shape the light made
The first time she saw him again, he was sitting in her daddy’s old chair—the one that always leaned a little left, like it was listening to something the rest of the room couldn’t hear.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Fiction
The Glass Shark
Sylvia almost tossed it into the donation box. The little glass shark ornament had been gathering dust on her windowsill for years, a relic from a relationship that ended long ago. But whenever her fingers closed around it, something in her chest tightened.
By Natasha Collazo7 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Doesn't Lie📖. AI-Generated.
It started with the mirror. Maya had just moved into her new apartment—a tiny, creaky studio in a rundown building downtown. The place came fully furnished, including an old mirror nailed to the bathroom wall. The landlord told her it was “impossible to remove” and laughed nervously, saying, “It’s been there longer than the plumbing.”
By ElaheMindStories7 months ago in Fiction
The Night Is Still Young. Content Warning.
Fog coursed through her mind. A droning repetition of rain against the glass her head rested upon. Her heart thumbed like a burning hearth within her chest. Eye lids were heavy as she struggled to raise them and assess her surroundings. She went to rub the sleep from her eyes, but found her arms groggy and heavy to lift.
By Connie7 months ago in Fiction
✨ The Day I Lost Everything — And Found Myself
🚪 The Fall Begins Quietly It didn’t happen in one dramatic explosion. There was no sudden betrayal, no single moment of disaster. Losing everything came quietly — like water seeping into the foundation of a house until, one day, it all collapses.
By J khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Summer My Brother Vanished
The Summer My Brother Vanished We were supposed to drive across the country, all five of us — me, Mom, Dad, my little sister Ella, and Josh. Josh, with his reckless grin and worn-out guitar slung across his back like he was some wandering bard. That summer was meant to be our last as a whole unit before he left for college in Oregon. He'd gotten a scholarship for music, of course. He always made people feel things when he played — like the world paused just to listen.
By J khan7 months ago in Fiction
When Summer Weeps🌧️ . AI-Generated.
Ziv was eight. He enjoyed the rain. When the Summer sun burned his skin to blazes and the sky was a richer blue.he would quietly slip away from Momma and play in the puddles, soaked through by the rain.
By Dipnarayan bhagat 7 months ago in Fiction
The sound the night makes
It started with the porch light flickering. Not out—not yet—just that kind of stammer a bulb gets when something’s shifting in the wires. Or maybe in the air. Or maybe just in you.
By Taylor Ward7 months ago in Fiction
Message Received?
The campsite was ready by the time the sun touched the horizon, so David, the scoutmaster for the troop, decided that this was a good moment for the announcement.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction