Psychological

Confessions, Contracts, and Consequences
1. The Offer Marcus Tran’s affair didn’t start in the usual way—it began with a conversation at home. “Jen,” he said one evening, barely able to meet her eyes, “My boss… she’s taken an interest in me.”
By lvv9 months ago in Fiction
Confessions from the Most Beautiful Bloom
They describe me as gorgeous. The kind of beauty that alters the atmosphere in the room, not merely in passing, not as a glib compliment. When I unfurl, people notice. They stare. They envy. They resent.
By AlaTrend9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Symphony of Muted Voices
Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine a world without sound. Not quiet—silent. No music, no laughter, no spoken word. A world where even a whisper is treason.
By Maaz Ahmad9 months ago in Fiction
Mark It Up
As a child, she started reading books very young. They were prized possessions, and there were rules attached, like no dog earing, and no lending to anyone untrusted.
By Belle9 months ago in Fiction
UNWANTED
"You are good for nothing", he always yelled. Dad never saw anything worth celebrating in me. Life was always a constant battle. A battle with self. I was always trying to fight the inner voices, that kept echoing the words of dad. Maybe he's right, I thought. Or maybe I wasn't meant to be born. At a very tender age I started asking questions that those about my age would never think of. For most of them, it's all about superheroes and just childish questions. For me, I asked both theological and philosophical questions. For my pains and emotional wounds made me mature faster than nature would let me.
By Joshua Ken9 months ago in Fiction
The Comedy of Errors
The Comedy of Errors: Shakespeare’s Hilarious Tale of Mistaken Identity "Meta Description" Dive into Shakespeare’s "The Comedy of Errors", a riotous farce of mistaken identity, twin mix-ups, and chaotic humor. Discover its plot, themes, and why it still delights audiences today!
By its_ishfaq_ahmad9 months ago in Fiction
Player 456
Seong Jun-ho wasn’t his real name. Not anymore. He had burned his old identity like the rest of the ghosts who survived the game. It had been four years since the blood-soaked nightmare of Squid Game ended, and Jun-ho had done everything in his power to vanish.
By Nomi9 months ago in Fiction
The Drawing of My Life
When I was a child, I believed that pencils held magic. Not the kind of magic that turned frogs into princes or moved mountains—but the quiet kind. The kind that turned thoughts into pictures, emotions into shapes, and silence into color. I didn’t speak much as a kid. While other children chased each other on the playground or shouted answers in class, I sat in the corner of my own world, sketching stick figures and stars on the backs of my notebooks.
By Esther Sun9 months ago in Fiction
The Girl at Table Nine
Every Sunday, like clockwork, she sat at table nine. Same black coat. Same tight bun. Same haunted eyes. She’d order a black coffee, two eggs over easy, and sourdough toast—nothing more, nothing less. She always came alone and never spoke unless spoken to.
By Ali9 months ago in Fiction
Before the crowd
The lights were too bright. She couldn’t see the audience, only a vast, dark sea. But she imagined them—dozens, maybe hundreds—waiting quietly for her to begin.
By Vito V. Vale9 months ago in Fiction
The Scribe of the Last Days
The world was in decline. A strange, heavy stillness hung in the air. The city's marketplaces, once vibrant with chatter, were now steeped in an eerie silence. Faces, once expressive, now mirrored only despair and exhaustion. The dazzling glow of technology had pushed humans apart, each lost in their own digital world, hidden behind a screen. It felt as if something monumental was about to end, but no one knew what, or when.
By Mian Nazir Shah9 months ago in Fiction
The Bookstore Where Our Eyes First Spoke
The old bookstore on Elm Street was supposed to be torn down by spring. It smelled like dusty paper and warm cinnamon, with creaky wooden floors that whispered with every step. Leah had wandered in on a rainy Tuesday, hoping to kill time. She wasn’t expecting to find the last piece of her heart between the pages of a book—or in someone else’s eyes.
By The Waiting Tree9 months ago in Fiction