Psychological
Leaving It Behind
As a teen, you did this once before. You traveled and left it behind, but now, at thirty, it seems somehow different, yet the same. It's the second first time that you feel so distorted. You have changed, but the feelings haven't. But you're going to find out how to do it again. You're going to leave it all behind. The fear and anxiety will not own you this time, right?
By Kristen Barenthaler8 months ago in Fiction
The Lesser Ones Remember. Content Warning.
When the World Blinked The road hummed like a tuning fork beneath the tyres — constant, familiar, deceptively ordinary. He'd always hated that feeling: ordinariness. A trap. He used to say that if you listen closely, silence isn't empty — it's hiding something.
By TechHermit8 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door: A Story About Second Chances and Hidden Secrets
Read "The Forgotten Door," a fiction short story about second chances, hidden secrets, and forgiveness. A heartfelt tale of redemption and new beginnings perfect for fans of emotional fiction and mystery stories.
By Robert Brown8 months ago in Fiction
The social butterfly. Top Story - June 2025.
I remember a time when I danced happily upon the winds of the honey which dripped from your charming lips. It now seems like such a long time ago, when happy lived for a while where hearts flutter and life sings beautiful songs. Tributes we made to those places where soul mates and forever lives. Together we both said...
By Antoni De'Leon8 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Accidentally Became Someone Else Online. AI-Generated.
It was 2:17 a.m. when I created the account. I had no intention of becoming anyone other than myself. I was simply trying to register for a forum dedicated to obscure science fiction novels — the kind with interdimensional librarians and planets powered by poetry.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran8 months ago in Fiction
One Night
Intro Bit I grew up in a sixteenth-century farmhouse, a set of converted cottages. My dad got hold of a very old book on Preston, which mentioned that Oliver Cromwell had stayed in some cottages near here, which may have been “Fiddlers Fold”, our house, although it was unclear whether that was certain.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
The Haunting Whisper of Lies
They were nothing but echoes in an otherwise empty home. To save his life, Mark Thompson would either have to kill her, or kill himself and this was proving to be quite a difficult decision to make. The problem was, people assumed she—his wife—had died a long, long time ago— something about an obituary, or an accident? A couple mistaken dates and a one hell of a slip-up at the DMV—later, he was in a pickle. He couldn’t just kill her again, how would that work? Besides, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the perfect wife, until she wasn’t.
By K.H. Obergfoll8 months ago in Fiction









