Psychological
She Escaped the City—Only to Forget Why
When Emily packed up her life in the city, she thought she was running toward freedom. The noise, the pressure, the crowds, the performance—it had all begun to blur into something she couldn’t stand anymore. The sharp edges of ambition had started to cut deeper than they used to. Waking up each morning to the hum of traffic, the pressure of deadlines, and the empty rituals of a job she no longer loved had begun to feel like dragging a heavy coat through a heatwave.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Fiction
The Night at the Library
The night at the library started out just like any other night with me in the stacks reshelving books from the day before. For some reason this night was beginning to feel a different. At the moment I am not quite sure how, but I am having a feeling I will be finding out. Just not sure when.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Red Masque
SYNOPSIS Ethan and Lyra Rivera were once a loving couple. Lyra is a celebrated soprano and Ethan a musician in her band. These young lovers who were only recently married have been hit by the worst tragedy they can imagine, the death of their beloved three-year-old son Mateo.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstones7 months ago in Fiction
The Red Casket
Synopsis Gabriel Enys is a junior solicitor from London. Still grieving from the death of his beloved mother he is sent by his employer to Bodmin Moor on a fateful assignment to recover the final will and testament of the newly deceased, eccentric and reclusive former occupant.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstones7 months ago in Fiction
The Books
As I went into that reading room there it was 'The Book". I walked up to the table, and I heard "Read the book." I stood there wondering what should I do for I thought that I had put all the books back on the shelves. I inched closer to the table, and it seemed like I was being gently pushed to that table with that book. My phone rang. I answered it, 'Read the book." Again, the feeling of being pushed to the table. I was closer to the table and the book turned out to be "The Bible".
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Books
When walking through the library one dark and gloomy evening when I was placing books back in the stacks there was this one study carrell that seemed to whisper. I slowly went over to it, and it kept saying "Read the book. Read the book." I thought what book as I finished putting books back on the shelves. I went about straightening chairs and picking up items that students left behind and put in the lost and found box. "Read the book, read the book." Again, what book. I went into the next room and there it was "The Book".
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
Episode 12: John Doe
So there was screaming. That’s how it started. In the room — one of those white, blinking kinds that smells like bleach and static and something dying in the walls. Someone was strapped down. Someone else was talking too calmly. There were machines. Needles. Silver bags of blood hanging from hooks like ornaments from a Christmas no one would survive.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
