Psychological

Our Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Content Warning.
"Why did you stop it?" "We can’t play his top hits!" "Come off it! What logic made you want to pause it?" "His comments are toxic!"
By DJ Nuclear Winter7 months ago in Fiction
Anonymous Anonymous
Hello, my name is... Well, that doesn't really matter does it? I have been anonymous my whole life. I know that many of you can understand what this is like, but let me explain my story to you all.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction
What If We Could Pause Time for 24 Hours?
We’ve all said it before. "I wish I had more time." To finish a task. To get more sleep. To feel everything more slowly. But what if, just once, you could have exactly that?
By Bella7 months ago in Fiction
Smiles on the Lips, Deceit in the Heart . AI-Generated.
Story: It all started on an ordinary morning when Sara first saw Ali at the college library. Between shelves lined with dusty books, her eyes caught a glimpse of him. Just a brief glance, but her heart skipped a beat. Sara silently promised herself she would never speak to him, but fate had already written a different story.
By Saeedullah Shan7 months ago in Fiction
The Room at the Top of the Stairs
At the top of the stairs, there’s a door we all pretend isn’t there. Dad calls it the “Storage Room,” with the same dismissive shrug he uses for broken gutters or peeling paint. A necessary inconvenience, nothing worth thinking about. The “Storage Room” hasn’t held a single box or old lamp for over a decade. It’s a polite lie, and we all politely keep it going.
By taihan ibn altaf7 months ago in Fiction
“When the Old Meets the New”
It was a cloudy morning in Kolkata, and the air smelled like rain and old books. The narrow lanes of North Kolkata buzzed with their usual charm — chai stalls steaming, rickshaws honking, and old men chatting on worn-out benches.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Fiction
Letters to the Moon
In a world where the stars had vanished and the sky was nothing but a curtain of static black, people stopped looking up. The moon was the last celestial body left, flickering faintly above the poisoned skyline like a dying ember in a burnt-out fireplace. No one believed it could still hear us. No one but me—and her. This is not just a love story. It's a dystopian romance story wrapped in fading memories, forbidden hope, and the fragile weight of handwritten letters sent to a place no one could reach.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm Matched Us — But I Made a Fake Profile
I didn’t plan to fall for him. Actually, I didn’t plan anything. It started as a joke. A dare to myself. I made a fake profile on the dating app—not because I wanted to scam anyone, not for attention, and definitely not because I thought it would lead anywhere. I made it because I didn’t think me—the real me—was enough to be loved.
By Adrian-Razvan Ispas7 months ago in Fiction
The Flowers Never Wilted.
Every Tuesday at 9:00 AM sharp, he walked into the flower shop on Fifth Street. He never needed to speak. The florist already knew.
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Fiction
I Found an Old Photo Album. Every Picture Was of Me With People I’ve Never Met.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It was wedged between dusty cookbooks in the back of a cabinet I didn’t remember using. A thick leather-bound 4" x 6" photo album, edges worn, spine cracked.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Fiction
The Roar and the Whisper
The Roar That Ruled "eep in the heart of the forest where sunlight cracked through tangled canopies and shadows held secrets, ruled the mighty lion, Ragnar. His mane was like flame, his roar like thunder, and no creature dared question his rule. He hunted when he pleased, roamed where he chose, and took what he wanted.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Fiction
Unsent
He stared at the phone screen, thumbs hovering above the keyboard. The message had been typed and deleted five times already. Every version felt wrong — too soft, too late, too honest, too full of regret. And yet, none of them felt like enough.
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Fiction