Psychological
'A Train For Somebody'
Somebody once told me that waiting for things to happen will never equate to success. That ‘Somebody’ also told me that hard work is the only action you can take to get somewhere you want to go. Regardless of what he thought, I took it with a grain of salt.
By John Henry7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers from the Locked Door. AI-Generated.
Emma had always been drawn to old houses. Their stories felt like silent companions, waiting patiently to be uncovered. When she found the quaint Victorian on Maple Street, she knew she had to have it — despite the quirks, the creaky floorboards, and especially the locked door at the end of the hallway.
By Yasir Nawaz7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Minute A Story of Dying . Content Warning.
The noise was the first to leave him. He could see the lips of his daughter, feel the tremble of her hand on his, but could no longer hear her. Not the soft whisper of her voice. Not the garbled sob in her throat. Not the quiet beep of the machines. As if life itself had lowered the level, as if the world was backing away quietly, waiting to release.
By Dr Haider ali shamsher7 months ago in Fiction
The Ace of Spaces Murders-2nd Part
Chapter 2: The Ace of Spades The rain had started by the time James and Sarah reached Marcus Doyle’s apartment. A cramped, third-floor walk-up in the kind of building where the wallpaper peeled in long, sad strips and the air smelled of mildew and stale coffee.
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pir7 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Borrowed Time
The Worst Morning Ever Leo Winters was having the worst morning of his entire life. He missed the school bus. He spilled chocolate milk on his math homework. His big science project—the volcano—fell apart. And when he got to school (late), his best friend Olivia was mad at him because he forgot to save her a seat at lunch yesterday.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Fiction
I Am The Gift
They never ask where I came from. They only ask if I come with batteries. I don’t. There was a time when I was ash, scattered beneath a black tree struck by lightning. Before that, I was a name spoken in a language no one remembers. Before that, I was just... waiting.
By Paper Lantern7 months ago in Fiction
I Believe We’ve Met Before
It had been ten years since Pete returned home from a war that everyone said was mankind’s last. He knew as much as he wanted it to be true, human nature would find a way to nullify that bold statement. It always did. What he knew for certain was the life he had built for himself and his young family since he’d returned was far better than what he had imagined it would be ten years ago.
By Mark Gagnon7 months ago in Fiction
