Psychological

“The Website That Only Appeared at Midnight”
The First Discovery It was a typical sleepless night. I had my phone in one hand, tea in the other, scrolling through articles for inspiration. Writing for digital platforms like Medium and Vocal had become a daily habit—sharing thoughts, tips, and motivational pieces that felt honest.
By Awais Qarni 7 months ago in Fiction
At the Edge of Darkness. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
23.10.2023 I opened my eyes beneath a crimson sky. Everything around me was blood-red, and it looked horrifying. I immediately called out to my family from the room I was in, but there was no answer. I searched every corner of the house trying to find them, but they were nowhere to be seen. Just as I was on the verge of falling into a panic mixed with paranoia, I began to hear dozens of people talking outside.
By Zülfükar Utkan7 months ago in Fiction
Small Town USA #23
Did I ever tell you about the time I saw the face of evil? Okay, so I can’t prove beyond a doubt that it was evil, but if not evil, then what was it? I’ll let you decide.
By Clifford Kincaid7 months ago in Fiction
Lurking in the Depths of You
“Mr. Elliot Blackwood,” calls a rustic voice. I fumble my keys and wallet as I stand, timidly walking toward the small room, which is composed of only a couple of chairs and a small rectangular table that looks like it belongs in a campervan.
By Chelsea Kate7 months ago in Fiction
In Between. Content Warning.
Marcus let out a low groan as his quiet, relaxing morning was shattered by the deafening ringtone of his phone. He took another sip of his black coffee before picking up the device. A frown slowly emerged on Marcus' face as he stared at the name on the screen: Jake.
By Sophie Garcia7 months ago in Fiction
The Ace of Spades Murders-1st Part
Chapter 1: The Body in the Alley The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and suffocating, swallowing the neon glow of Blackwood City’s streets. Detective James Callahan hated nights like this—the kind where the air clung to his skin like a second layer, where every shadow seemed to shift just beyond his vision.
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pir7 months ago in Fiction
Burning the Pages of the Book of Life. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
Shortly after dark, early November, 2023. Al-Nasr Children's hospital, Northern Gaza. Explosions sound off in the distance. But the family in the delivery room is used to this sound. They are not comfortable with the sound, but sometimes they forget it is there. This sound has already killed five thousand of their people, over the last month. But this sound— this constant sound, this lethal sound— can slip into the peripheries despite its severity.
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Walked Into the Mirror
So, there was this guy. Nobody knew much about him no friends, no family, not even a proper nameplate on his door. He lived in a dusty old room, way too quiet for most people’s comfort. Inside? Just a wooden chair, a small desk, and a huge mirror hanging on the wall. That mirror… that was basically his world.
By Usama7 months ago in Fiction
It was It
“You have always been way too cerebral.” “I’m telling you: this was not my own creation. He, She, It was real!” “How do you know that?”
By Laura Rodben7 months ago in Fiction
A Sad Fourth of July
In a place where there used to be picnics, fireworks and many people now there is nothing but rotting picnic tables and shelters falling down where the people used to watch the fireworks. No one knows what really happened or why it just seemed to just stop. Could it have been that there were just too many rules or was it just too expensive to continue. No one really knows. The Fourth of July a day of excitement and fun is now only a memory of days gone by no longer a day of fun, but one can still remember.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Micro Machine
Simple rules led to a difference in what Grayden Lute wanted to say. He stood at six feet two inches and possessed the color of a Franklin stove. The prompt seemed easy enough to understand: “Write flash fiction in fifty words exactly and submit in twelve hours from opening this link and win fifty- thousand dollars.” At exactly six pm, the clock started. From his home in Wilmington, Delaware, he could only think of how agonizing the feeling of writer’s block existed in his mind. Nothing could soothe his brain or tame the raging fire going on in his thoughts. He paced the room and looked at the scraps of paper he had jotted down ideas and sketched outlines. None of that mattered.
By Skyler Saunders7 months ago in Fiction
From Friendship to Love.
They had known each other for as long as their memories reached back. Areeba and Danish grew up in the same narrow village lanes, their homes just a stone’s throw apart. Childhood was a swirl of shared secrets, silly quarrels, and afternoons spent chasing each other through fields that stretched golden under the sun.
By Aman Ullah7 months ago in Fiction