Psychological

Meda: The Modern Medusa
The rain clawed at the windows of the cramped flat, a wild, frantic sound that filled every corner of the room. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old books, strong tea, and something older still — the dusty scent of memory.
By Kel9 months ago in Fiction
5 Unknown fiction About Marriage
1. The Silent Vow An unusual vow was made when Lila and Aron got married: no words, just actions. For ten years, they lived in gestures, laughter, and quiet dinners. Their neighbors speculated wildly—some called it romantic, others tragic. Yet inside their small brick home, every look, every meal cooked, every hand held in the dark spoke volumes. Lila didn't say anything to Aron until their twentieth wedding anniversary. He smiled, nodded, and whispered it back: "Always."
By Rony Sutradar9 months ago in Fiction
"Almost"
They met in the gentle chaos of autumn - not as planned, but as some stories began without permission. Claire was returning a book to the campus library late as usual, half-finished coffee in hand and her mind full of everything, except the moment she was in. Just then he bumps into Jamie, who is walking out, earbuds in, to the world's amazement.
By robin james9 months ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Forgotten"
Lydia Montgomery has spent years burying herself in the past, unable to move on from the tragic death of her fiancé Michael, who died in a car accident three years ago. She has avoided the world of love and desire and immersed herself in her work as an art historian.
By robin james9 months ago in Fiction
The One Lesson Death Taught Me About Living Fully. AI-Generated.
It wasn’t a movie moment. No dramatic music, no big monologue. It was just a text message from my sister: "Call me. It’s urgent."
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Fiction
Half a Soul
In a quiet little village, there lived a girl named Dora Ettings. She was not like other girls her age. When she was very young, a wicked fairy cursed her and stole half of her soul.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
Across Cultures, Between Hearts
"Across Cultures, Between Hearts" A Love Story of Boundaries Broken and Hearts United In the heart of San Francisco, where fog rolled in like whispered secrets and streetcars rattled through time, Mr. Shah Khan lived a life of quiet purpose. Originally from Lahore, Pakistan, Shah was a literature professor at a small liberal arts college, known for his passion for Rumi, Baldwin, and his afternoon chai, which he made himself in a copper pot passed down from his grandmother.
By Shah saab IT10 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Jasmine Sky
In the quiet town of Gulshanpur, where the air smelled of jasmine and evening tea, lived Mr. Shahdal — a young teacher with gentle eyes, a poetic soul, and a smile that carried the warmth of a summer afternoon. After years of studying literature abroad, he had returned to his hometown not just with knowledge, but with a heart full of dreams and memories that hadn’t faded.
By Shah saab IT10 months ago in Fiction
The Shut-in (part 2 of 2). Top Story - April 2025. Content Warning.
The is the second and final part of “The Shut-in”. If you would like to read part one then you can do so below: **** For a moment you again hear their faint voices in the back of your head. Argh. “You know what will happen - why do you do this to yourself? You must not open the door and leave,” are their words.
By Grz Colm10 months ago in Fiction
''Our Daughter Has Changed...''
➡️🛑A mother called me and said this. I am not talking about my problem but about our daughter.. 🛑She is now 17 years old and studying for her A-level..
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Fiction
Jewish controversy
There was a time when they were talked about in the streets. The family that made them so powerful today used to regularly raid the house of Mayor Rothschild, its founder.
By Arfan Raihen10 months ago in Fiction
True Crime Fiction Series
The Midnight Shift In the neon-lit sprawl of New Avalon, where skyscrapers cast long shadows over streets that never sleep, Marcus Kane lived a life split between darkness and dawn. By night, he was the immovable force at the door of The Black Orchid, the city’s most notorious nightclub. By morning, he traded his black jacket for the worn leather seat of his taxi, ferrying the city’s early risers through a maze of concrete and ambition. But Marcus had a third life, one that thrived in the cracks between his shifts—a hunter of those who preyed on the city’s soul.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Fiction