Psychological

Why Do We Miss People Who Were Never Really There for Us?
Some people walk away, and we breathe again. Others leave, and it feels like they took the air with them. But what’s strange is when we miss people who hurt us—who were inconsistent, selfish, or never really present.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
#Glass skin. Content Warning.
The ring light flickered for a heartbeat before stabilizing into its usual halo, bathing Mia Vale’s flawless face in a celestial glow. Her fans always said she looked like a porcelain doll—“glass skin goals,” they wrote in the comments of every tutorial, every unboxing, every flawless skincare reel. But they didn’t know how close they were to the truth.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Who is wrong?. Content Warning.
Scene: A dimly lit bedroom, with a queen size bed and two baby cots. The air is tense, Henry is fuming, Louise is fast asleep and baby George is crying)
By Peace Oputa9 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Bell Stopped
It started like every other Monday. I limped through my school goals and tried to avoid eye contact with Mr. Delaney, the vice principal who patrolled the front like a guard. The sky was cloudy, and the grey type felt everything was heavier than that. I already had a pit in my stomach but couldn't say if it had skipped breakfast or if I was trying to do it.
By Liza9 months ago in Fiction
Do you know? Many people have quietly given up on themselves
They go to work, clock in, and smile every day. There are travel photos in their Moments, and they can send a "haha" when chatting, and even occasionally say: "I'm doing well recently."
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Time
Everyone in the city said it was a myth. A whisper. A foolish rumor carried by the wind through cracked alleyways and flickering neon signs.
By Ahmad Dost9 months ago in Fiction
A fictional Story About Findings Hope After Loss. Content Warning.
Final letter Leena was sitting by the window, watching the rain paint the glass with silver lines. His brother, Adam, had three months—a three-month silence, heavy like a wet coat, which he could not take off.
By Rida9 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Vanished at Midnight
Prologue: The Last Bus to Hollowbrook The bus driver didn’t meet my eyes when I handed him my ticket. "Hollowbrook?" he grunted, as if I’d cursed him. "Last stop. Midnight. Don’t be late."
By Wiki Rjm9 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAIN9 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Silent Smile
It was always her smile that caught people’s attention. Soft, serene, almost haunting—like a sunset that knows night is coming. Areeba was the kind of woman who carried storms in her eyes but never let a drop fall. Her colleagues at the school adored her, the children adored her more. Yet no one ever knew who she was beyond the walls of that classroom.
By Zulfiqar Ali9 months ago in Fiction
The Varrow: Part 1
Rheyn Varrow was having one of its moods again. The alley she walked down was getting narrower every few steps, like it thought she'd be more comfortable in a coffin. The walls pulsed like they were breathing through its own damp structure. Something in the bricks groaned.
By Daniel Millington9 months ago in Fiction
Time Owes No Favours
"Remember, you will have only 24 hours, so make whatever you do count." That message rang in my ears as I went to sleep. If things went according to plan, I'd wake up several years—okay, decades—back in time to May 17th, 1985. I had a very restless night. Fortunately, my associates had supplied me with a strong version of benzodiazepine. As soon as I popped a couple of pills and downed them with the last of my Irn Bru, I passed out and was in dreamland.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Fiction