Psychological

The Silence Between Screams. AI-Generated.
The house on Wren Hollow Road had been empty for twenty-three years—long enough for the town to forget the truth, but not the fear.
By M.SUDAIS 9 months ago in Fiction
Drift black. Content Warning.
The Argonaut V drifted at the edge of the Charybdis Void, a black slit in the universe where stars went to die. No comms. No telemetry. Just static and silence.Drift Black
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
More Flesh. More Bone.. Content Warning.
Bracing himself, and ignoring the insistent tapping outside, our writer friend pulls himself to the desk (again). Why do I do this? It's a fool's errand. Only a very stupid intelligent person would do this...
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Library of Luminara
Introduction: In a world where stories had begun to fade from memory and books had turned to dust, there existed one final sanctuary of imagination — a glowing haven hidden in the heart of the whispering woods. Few believed in it, fewer still had seen it, but they called it the Last Library of Luminara. Legends claimed its pages could hum with memories, and that the books within did not just tell stories — they lived them. And it was into this enchanted refuge that a curious wanderer named Miro stumbled, chasing not a map or a treasure, but the simple joy of wonder.
By rokib ahmed9 months ago in Fiction
She Lit a Candle, and the Shadows Answered
When Emily first returned to the crumbling house at the edge of Pine Hollow, she hadn’t planned to stay the night. It was supposed to be a quick visit—a final look at the place that haunted her dreams, the place she had avoided for fourteen long years. But fate, as always, had its own cruel sense of timing.
By M Ali9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voicemail From My Brother Still Plays in My Head
The last time my brother called me, I let it go to voicemail. I was busy — or at least, I thought I was. Something about groceries or laundry or just not feeling like talking at the moment. It wasn’t a big deal. He called all the time. I figured I’d call him back later.
By Duke44019 months ago in Fiction
The Unfinished Canvas
Fritz drew his first breath into a world already indifferent to his comfort. The air was cold, the light harsh. His first sensation was a cry, a raw protest against the sudden, sharp edges of existence. This, he would later understand, was the beginning of his suffering: a baseline hum of discomfort from which he would never quite escape.
By Lady Diamond9 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector's Daughter - IV: The Original Sin
Don't forget to read the first three! The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
Mechanical Platitudes. Content Warning.
He screams. It sets my teeth on edge, and my heart racing. I hate this. Hands locked on the steering wheel in a slick grip, and wet patches blooming on the front of my top, I call out, "Won't be long now, sweetie!"
By L.C. Schäfer9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The judge continues "and after completing your sentence if still alive you will come back to this town and show them how much you have changed, and you must compensate the community somehow when you return. You are now 18 so you unless you really get on someone's nerves you will survive this.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The audience and all present were on pins and needles. The judge is about to state the result. "I find the defendant Guilty on all charges of assault and weckless endangerment of a whole community. You, Morty Sidewinder, will be remanded to the state penitentiary for the next 15 to 20 years plus.....
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Courtroom
The judge has arrived. All may be seated. Will the defendants please rise. They rose from their chairs. This was a very long case during this long hot and humid summer. We were all tired, but we wanted to make sure that justice was brought for the victims of one heinous crime presented.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction