Psychological

WHERE ROOTS REMEMBER YOUR NAME
The Premise: In a coastal town where gardens grow memories, 34-year-old floral genealogist Aris Thorne can touch plants and see their owners’ hidden traumas. Her gift thrives in the greenhouse of Saltwick House—a crumbling estate where flowers bloom from buried secrets. When widower Silas Vale hires her to revive his wife’s poison garden, Aris uncovers a root system preserving his late wife’s final words: “He didn’t mean to kill me.”
By Hamayoun Tareen 7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song She Played
The Last Song She Played By Mahboob Khan The record player clicked softly. A few dust motes danced in the sunlight filtering through the old curtains. Daniel stood still, clutching the faded vinyl cover like it was something sacred. It had been her favorite — Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat major.
By Mahboob Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Memory of First Light
In the dim, rust-colored city of Vestra, people no longer trusted their own emotions. Memories—real ones—had become luxury items, stored, sold, and recycled like digital files.
By Musawir Shah7 months ago in Fiction
The Taxi Only Comes at Midnight
I first noticed it two weeks after moving into Apartment 7B. Every night at exactly 12:00 a.m., a black taxi pulls up to the curb outside my building. Its headlights cut through the mist like twin blades. The engine hums low, steady, as if it’s been waiting for centuries to be heard. Then it just... waits.
By Firdos Jamal7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message From Earth: A Time Capsule in the Stars
The Last Message From Earth The stars no longer blinked. From the observation dome of the Hera II, Captain Nara Myles stared into the dark ocean of space, where Earth once shimmered like a blue jewel. That jewel was now dust—swallowed by its own ignorance and fury.
By Waqar Khan7 months ago in Fiction
She Smiles Without Blinking
This day--17 July--is World Emoji Day. It's about faces--frozen in planned expression. It's all about the masks we wear--
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Fiction
Room 313
“Room 313 is cursed.” That’s what they whispered at Everlight Grand Hotel, where chandeliers sparkled and secrets clung to the walls like dust.
By Echoes by Shafi--7 months ago in Fiction
The Wood of the Dead
The Wood of the Dead Where the trees bury the living............ It starts with a whisper. Not from a person—but from the trees.
By The Hope7 months ago in Fiction
We Told Him Not to Order the Combo. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
They didn’t lace the patty. That would’ve been obvious. No, the bun. That’s where they wiped the bat’s mouth — a thin streak of warm saliva, still bubbling when it hit the heat lamp.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
The Last leaf of Hope
The Last Leaf of Hope By Haya Princess In a small, cozy café, Emma sat alone, nursing a cup of cold coffee. She stared out the window, watching the autumn leaves rustle in the gentle breeze. The café was a haven for her, a place to escape the chaos of her life!
By Haya princess7 months ago in Fiction
Poopy Man Doesn't Knock. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
He started showing up after the plumbing backed up. Not immediately—about two weeks after the smell settled into the drywall and something oily began dripping from the ceiling vent. That’s when I noticed the stains.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
Me, My Life & Why
Part 1 Today, I failed at waking up. Not in a poetic, gentle way, not a yawn-and-stretch, “oops I overslept” sort of way.
By Laura 7 months ago in Fiction