Psychological
The Self Locked Inside. Top Story - December 2025.
Long has she awaited your arrival, roaming the dark halls of night with nothing but the glittering stars for light. Draped in a cloak of steel, her skin a sheen of deepest crimson - she's stared at her reflection for decades upon the shattered mirrors, looking for a sign that she was made for this destiny, this lonely fate.
By Amanda Starks29 days ago in Fiction
Are They All Like That, Them Moon Girls?
Things were not alright between him and Suzy for a long time, but he negated it. He turned every negative thing taking place within the shaking boundaries of their home into a positive. He learned this behavior from his mother, who was a perfect example of a 1950s wife. She skillfully dismissed every argument or misunderstanding by changing the subject or forgetting it the next day. She believed it was the only way to avoid escalation and keep the marriage safe. Little did she know, the times change and people would look with a friendly eye at divorce to escape unhappy marriages and get their own lives on the right track.
By Moon Desert30 days ago in Fiction
The Brown Meridian . Content Warning.
Cloy, listen to me. My throat feels parched from the history you and I shared. I can't call this our home anymore; you can’t either. But believe this: my departure was an act of abnegation; I didn’t abandon you. I have escaped, and now the burden of this entity falls on you.
By Caitlin Charlton30 days ago in Fiction
One Step Closer
One Step Back, Two Shadows Forward by Theodore Homuth I should say upfront that I’ve never been one to put stock in signs or omens or any of that ethereal nonsense. People who swear by them—they’re the type who scan the world like it’s a cryptic crossword puzzle, connecting dots that were never meant to be linked. A license plate number that matches your birthday. A single white feather drifting down onto a cracked sidewalk in the dead of winter. Dreams that linger like half-remembered conversations, whispering promises of destiny when they’re really just your brain recycling yesterday’s stress. I’ve always been wired differently, grounded in the tangible, the stuff that leaves marks you can’t ignore. Rent receipts crumpled in my pocket, stained with coffee rings from too many late nights. Calluses etched into my palms from gripping a mop handle too tightly. The dull, insistent ache in my lower back after pulling a double shift at some dead-end gig, the kind that makes you wonder if your spine is plotting a quiet rebellion.
By Theodore Homuthabout a month ago in Fiction
Who We Am vs Who Am We?
“We’d like to have a word with you.” “Y-y-yes?” “Another woman." "I beg your pardon?" "Just talking to myself. Shall we get started? Let’s see, I have your papers here. It all boils down to this, really. Are you one of us? And I mean, really...one of us?”
By Gerard DiLeoabout a month ago in Fiction
The Unwanted Package:. AI-Generated.
The package arrived on a Tuesday—a day so painfully ordinary that it felt scripted. It sat motionless on my porch, wrapped in thick brown paper and bound with a coarse twine that looked as if it belonged to a different century. There was no return address, no courier stamp, and no postage marking. There was only my name, Elias Thorne, written in a cramped, shaky hand that felt hauntingly familiar.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Evergreen
The snow fell in soft, silent waves as the Cooper family’s SUV wound its way up the mountain road. The destination: a remote cabin surrounded by a pristine evergreen forest. Jeff Cooper had booked the cabin for his wife, Diane, and their two kids, Emily and Sam, hoping to rekindle the family’s bond after a difficult year.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
Frostbite
The forecast had predicted light flurries, nothing unusual for the quiet mountain town where the Bell family lived. But by nightfall, the snowstorm had turned ferocious, battering the windows with icy gusts and blanketing the world outside in a suffocating white void.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
