Psychological

The Violin Case
The bridge was old. Stone arches flanked by corroded railings, weeping rust into the river below. It had carried horses and carts once, then cars, and now only memories. Nothing more.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
A Second Chance at the Edge
The old man sat quietly in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The engine was still running, and the car was parked just ten feet away from a steep cliff. One push on the gas pedal, and it would all be over.
By ibrahim khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Room Beneath the Silence
The Room Beneath the Silence By [Abdul Hadi] The house still smelled like mothballs and old books—like time had pressed pause the day I left.
By Abdul Hadi8 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Mind Betrayed Me
It started like any other day. The sun filtered through the beige curtains of my apartment, casting familiar patterns on the wooden floor. The kettle whistled. The dog barked downstairs. My calendar reminded me of a client meeting at 10 AM. Normal, routine, forgettable.
By Azmat Roman ✨8 months ago in Fiction
The Waters Hunger. Content Warning.
My lungs heaved as they drew in breaths of air gravid with droplets of warm morning mist. The fading sun bled through the haze as though through a thick sheet of gauze, casting a bleary light on the moorland below. My toes curled around the spongy peat as my bare feet sunk into it with every step. My eyes were set ahead on the moorland before me. There was no turning back now.
By Ian Read8 months ago in Fiction
I Sold My Memory to Pay Rent
1. — “The Memory Exchange” I didn’t think twice the first time I walked into the Memory Exchange. They say your first time should mean something. Maybe I should have cried, or clutched the edges of the memory like the edges of an old photograph, refusing to let it go. But I didn’t. I just sat there, numb, holding my hands in my lap like I was at a dentist’s office.
By Izazkhan8 months ago in Fiction
The Lurker. Content Warning.
It's 7:50 am, this is usually the time where she stands by the window and completely unaware. I draw the curtain just a little bit, enough for me to see you. You are taking off your shirt and reveal your smooth body. I watch as you slowly strap on your bra lifting your breasts, not that it is needed. You slide on your underwear and slip into your little black dress. How much I desire you, I want all of you. Oh and there’s your husband, he’s so ungrateful to you- cheating on you with his assistant. How dare he lay his lips on you? How could he betray such a gorgeous woman? I need to protect you from him, all I want is to protect you. You deserve better, you should be with me. After you leave for work he will invite his assistant over and they’ll get at it. We’ve never spoken all I know is that your name is Rebecca but you go by Becca. Photos and I can send them to you anonymously... Yes, then you’ll see what a pig he is. I will just have to sit and wait.
By Ada Zuba8 months ago in Fiction
It was an accident
I swallowed the tasteless heat in my tea, and felt my body warm as the lights went out. Pulling my shirt away from my body, I slap the back of my hand against the fabric, beating against its resistance, so the cool air spreads along my chest and the sweat freezes, still. I drank the last few swigs of tea as it cooled, and kept myself awake.
By Caitlin Charlton8 months ago in Fiction
The Undergound Pt.2
That night felt like it would never end. I was sure Ethan felt the same. I returned to my room only because I didn’t want to see Milo when he got back. I didn’t sleep or even try. I just lay in bed, thinking about everything that was happening. I couldn’t accept any of it. It was a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Just a month ago, I had been living a peaceful and quiet life. I had worked as a spy under the cover of an investigative journalist for so many years that I had lost count. Every project had been like a walk in the park, never this terrifying, never this strange. I used to love my job. If anyone had told me I would end up this scared, I would have laughed the loudest.
By Ruth Girma 8 months ago in Fiction
Where the Silence Speaks
Where the Silence Speaks – A Poignant Story of Grief, Stillness, and Unexpected Healing Description In “Where the Silence Speaks,” follow Miriam as she navigates loss, memory, and rediscovery in the quietest corners of her life. A moving literary short story about finding voice in silence.
By M.SUDAIS 8 months ago in Fiction
The End Of Time
This is the end, the finality, standing on this pillar, with nowhere to go and no memory of how you found yourself in this place. Every other pillar is empty; you are alone, with only yourself for guidance.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
She Left the House at 9 AM. No One Saw Her Again
It was a cool autumn morning when Lena Hartley stepped out of her modest blue house on Maple Street. The sky was clear, the air crisp, and the red and gold leaves crunched beneath her boots as she locked the door behind her. She looked back once, adjusting her scarf, unaware that it would be the last time anyone would see her.
By Wilfred8 months ago in Fiction