Psychological
My Shadow Has a Mind of Its Own
I first noticed it on a Tuesday. The light outside was harsh, slicing in through the blinds, turning the floor into alternating stripes of brilliance and darkness. I was pacing, rehearsing a difficult phone call in my head. That’s when I saw it — the shadow on the wall.
By Mahayud Din7 months ago in Fiction
When Morning Touches the Sea
The mornings were different here. Back in the city, mornings meant chaos—car horns, clattering shoes, hurried coffee, and inboxes that never emptied. But here, in the tiny coastal town of Miramar, mornings whispered instead of shouted. They tiptoed in slowly, painting the sky in soft pastels, brushing light across the ocean’s restless surface. And every morning, Isla was there to greet them.
By Wasif islam7 months ago in Fiction
Bunker Home
The day of his return yielded the same anxieties and discomforts in Penelope Farwell. Found hundreds of meters inside an asteroid, Penelope’s stomach tightened as she viewed the screen of her husband, Stayer Farwell. Her hands wrung in conspicuous fear. He, however, looked confident, relaxed and focused in his solo flight. No sweat beads gathered around his temples. He remained cool. Penelope, usually strong when thinking about the presence of her husband, had slight palpitations. The artificial lights blazed like drops of sunshine as they simulated solar rays. She could at least bask in the glow of the various light sources. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a red blouse and black tortoise rimmed glasses. Her long black hair had been put into a bun. Her skin looked like alabaster. He wore a black business suit. His skin was the color of charcoal.
By Skyler Saunders7 months ago in Fiction
Silent Storms Behind Her Eyes
The world saw Elena Moore as composed, intelligent, kind — the kind of woman who never raised her voice, never let a hair fall out of place, never lost her cool. She was the pillar in every room, the one friends leaned on during heartbreaks, the dependable colleague, the one who always “had it together.”
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Fiction
Shh!
We’ve been friends for a long time. A very long time. Ever since Billy Blockhead tried to initiate me on the first day of freshman year in high school. Remember? You beat him up—him and the other three boys that were with him. I can guarantee that was something they’ll never forget. I heard Billy still has nightmares about that day.
By David E. Perry7 months ago in Fiction
