Psychological

The Demystifying of Human behavior
Have I not done this before...Seen this before. From afar I see the spectacular colorful flavors of the sun awakening The first glimmer of dawn stretches across the sky, painting it in soft hues of amber and blush.
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Fiction
Forgive Us Our Trespasses
--A day before Thanksgiving-- St. Raphael is a quiet church. In its quiet, at the front of the antechamber, a marble relief of Mary stands with a face bowed and lovingly expressionless. Before her, an exchange priest draped in a white chasuble kneels with his hands clasped. whispering prayer. His name is Elijah, and his patron saint is Michael the Archangel. He is recently ordained and soon to be headed home from his time preaching in the States.
By Anna Whinnery7 months ago in Fiction
If the Wind Could Speak
You left on a Wednesday. No one ever talks about Wednesdays. Not like Sundays, which are heavy with memory, or Fridays, full of longing. But Wednesday became my most feared day, because it took you with it.
By Muhammad Adil7 months ago in Fiction
king of thieves
The hall was filled with people. Today, a grand exhibition of diamonds was being held in this hall. Many precious diamonds were on display. Most of the people were outside, busy admiring the diamonds. I too had come to the exhibition when suddenly, a man approached me. He grabbed my hand and led me aside. In his other hand, he held a glass of cold drink, which he placed on the windowsill.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
What If Time Travel Was Possible?
**The First Stop: The Past** Most of us would likely want to look back first—to fix a mistake, reconnect with someone, or relive a cherished moment that seemed to slip away too quickly.
By Adil Khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asim7 months ago in Fiction
World at My Door
I had always believed the world to be distant—something that happened beyond the cracked sidewalk of my neighborhood or the fogged-up window of my cramped apartment. I lived in a pocket of routine, comforted by silence and the regular tick of the clock on my kitchen wall. But everything changed on the evening the world arrived—literally—at my front door.
By Ayan khan7 months ago in Fiction
Under The Ice
You were brave enough to cross the ice lake, but you were unprepared for the ice cracking and plunging you into the freezing waters below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere, You Still Exist
You left in August. I remember because the sun looked tired, like it had been burning too long for too many people. That day, even the wind felt final.
By fazilat bibi7 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Paid for My Silence
It began with a knock. Not the polite kind. Not the impatient kind either. This one was deliberate. Soft. Three slow taps that echoed louder than they should’ve in the stillness of 2:17 a.m. I sat up in bed, heart thudding louder than the knock itself. I live alone in a small flat above a closed electronics shop. Nobody visits me. Not at this hour. Not ever, really.
By Muhammad Riaz7 months ago in Fiction
Squid Game Ends with a Cutthroat and Bittersweet Finale
I was beyond shocked with how this amazing series ended. I thought it was the perfect ending to this story, it was both a good and bad ending for many characters in the series. I’m about to delve into major spoilers, so please turn back now if you don’t want to get spoiled!
By Emy Quinn7 months ago in Fiction
Where We Left the Watch – Part 3: The Room With No Clock
Where We Left the Watch – Part 3: The Room With No Clock By Mahboob Khan It took me six days to text her after the call.
By Mahboob Khan7 months ago in Fiction