Psychological
Seconds of Sorrow, Hours of Bliss"
Have you ever noticed how time seems to shift depending on how you're feeling? A joyful day with friends vanishes in what feels like moments. But a night filled with pain or waiting can stretch endlessly, each second a lifetime. Time, the most consistent thing in the universe, somehow becomes subjective the moment we live through it emotionally. Why does happiness seem to fly, while suffering drags its feet?
By Hasbanullah7 months ago in Fiction
I Keep Finding Notes I Don’t Remember Writing — But They Know Everything About Me
It started with a sticky note on my bathroom mirror. “Don’t forget to smile. Even if it feels fake.” I thought I wrote it. Maybe during a breakdown or one of those nights when I dissociate and just do things. But I don’t remember writing it. And the handwriting—it looked like mine, but not quite.
By MUHAMMAD ALI7 months ago in Fiction
The Postman Who Wrote Me Back
Chapter 1: A Letter I Never Meant to Send Rain poured down, soaking my bare feet as I stood by the mailbox. The letter in my hand was worn, its edges soft from being folded too many times. I wrote it for Ryan, my husband, who left this world two years ago. It was just for me, a way to ease the ache in my heart. I didn’t plan to send it. The address was simple, almost silly:
By Shakespeare Jr7 months ago in Fiction
Episode 6: What Happens When You Don't Die
I didn’t scream when it bit me. That’s important. Screaming is the beginning of the end. A scream is the part of the ritual where the body decides to surrender. I didn’t. I just looked down at the half-circle of teeth still hooked in my forearm, and I thought: Oh. I guess this is how I find out what kind of story I’m in.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
Domino Effect
The old coffee machine in the corner of the break room at Sterling & Co. always wheezed before it dripped, a familiar, comforting sound that had punctuated countless hurried mornings. Today, it was the backdrop to Sarah’s internal battle. The quarterly reports were due in an hour, and she’d spotted a discrepancy, a small, almost negligible error in the sales figures from the North division. It was a single digit, off by a mere few thousand dollars, easily missed amidst millions.
By FlammyWrites7 months ago in Fiction
I Answered a Stranger’s Phone and It Changed My Life
The phone rang on the wet sidewalk like it was meant for me. I wasn’t supposed to be walking that way. My usual route home was faster, drier, more predictable. But the cafe liked had closed early, and I’d decided to wander the long way through the park. That’s when I saw it — a sleek black phone, facedown, blinking with a single incoming call: “Unknown.”
By Firdos Jamal7 months ago in Fiction
The Heartbreak - then the Repeat
It wasn't my first heartbreak, but it was the first one that shattered my heart like it was made of glass. I had wanted it to work - so badly that I stayed silent and tried my best to push through everything and be someone that I couldn't look at in the mirror. I remember being so thankful that I never bruised. I remember being so grateful that when people asked questions, that I could use that I was shy or that it was our faith and I was being a good submissive wife.
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 months ago in Fiction
Cabin on the Lake. Top Story - July 2025.
I sighed and pulled my hat brim down to protect my face from the summer sun. Just a few more chapters, I promised myself, turning my attention back to my book. After several efforts to read, I discovered I couldn’t focus on the words, so I leaned back and looked at the lake.
By Julie Lacksonen7 months ago in Fiction
