Psychological

The Girlfriend Glitch: Companion(2025) Is the Sci-Fi Thriller That Slashes Romance at the Root
Let me introduce you to a film that doesn’t knock—it lets itself in. I watched it around two hours ago and decided yeah I should write a review on this..Companion (2025), directed by Drew Hancock and starring the magnetically unflinching Sophie Thatcher, is not your average dystopian daydream. This movie doesn’t whisper about AI. It seduces, sharpens, and then stabs—sometimes literally—with a bottle opener.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction
"100 Before I Die" – The Journal of M. Content Warning.
Entry #1083 – Thursday, 7:14 AM I woke up to birdsong. Not the sweet kind, but that ugly, grating screech crows make when they’re fighting over trash. Poetic. My kind of morning. Coffee was cold again. I don't know why I bother brewing it. Habit, maybe. People love their little routines, don't they? Me too. Only mine includes carving initials into my wall—one for every soul I’ve sent off.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction
To Drink the Self
Your existence and death are not the ultimate truths, Eldric. What lies beyond death?" Eldric asked. Then what is the ultimate truth? Professor Loenov.
By Karan w. 10 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Echoes
The small town of Eldridge had always been quiet, nestled at the foot of mist-covered hills. People there lived simple, peaceful lives—until the day the voice returned.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 10 months ago in Fiction
I Don’t Owe You Nice
Age 6: The First Cut I learned early that silence gets you nothing but crumbs. At my cousin’s birthday party, my aunt handed me a slice of cake half the size of everyone else’s. “You’re too chubby for more,” she smirked. The room laughed. My tiny hands shook, but I looked her dead in the eye: “Then I’m too chubby to hug you.” I left the cake uneaten and hid in the backyard. She never portion-shamed me again.
By Kratika Saxena10 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Kind. Content Warning.
It started with a scream—short, sharp, and swallowed by the dense fog rolling in over the Appalachian pines. Detective Evan Rourke had heard a lot in his twenty years with the Bureau, but this one... this one felt ancient. It wasn’t just fear in that scream. It was recognition.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Fiction
Unveiling Secrets and Lost Love: Why You Should Read The Last Letter Mystery
Have you ever dreamt of publishing your own book but didn’t know where to start? Neither did I — until I finally hit “Publish” on Amazon KDP. That moment changed everything.
By Mohammad Helal10 months ago in Fiction
Shadow's Of The Heart
Velora, a city shrouded in silence but illuminated by neon, experienced heavy rain. Zayan, a former elite agent, now runs a bookstore in peace, far removed from the life of murder and betrayal he left behind.
By Riazul Islam10 months ago in Fiction
....Then they took him away from me
The road is devoid of sympathy, or at least that’s how it feels. I find myself standing in front of a cafe with tears descending my cheeks. The air carries a strange feeling that something unfortunate is going to happen. My thoughts search for some clue of why I’m here only to be left with no answers. There are other shops across and on the other side of the road. Music stores, Antique stores, A salon, and whatnot, a small town has. The place has two cars, one in front of me– parked in front of the cafe, and the other a meter away at the music store. I look around to find any other reason why I’m standing in the dark, completely deserted by people. Street lamps cast a shady yellow light and the ground beneath my feet is wet, like it had just rained. As I scan my surroundings, I hear a chime behind me, from the cafe. Someone is walking out of there.
By Azalea JV10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message
Chapter 4 Daniel The photo was taken at sunset. Lina leaned against a guy with messy dark hair, his arm casually resting on her shoulders. They were both laughing, squinting in the warm glow, with the ocean blurred in the background. Mira had spent hours studying the picture, tracing its edges and searching for clues in the curve of Lina's smile and how her fingers clutched the man's sleeve. Daniel. That name was written on the back of the photo in Lina's graceful handwriting. Now, standing outside his cabin, Mira wondered if coming here was a mistake. The Cabin in the Pines The place was simple, tucked away among a group of black pines on the edge of town. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the scent of turpentine and oil paint filled the air. Mira knocked. No answer. She knocked again, this time harder. A loud crash came from inside, followed by footsteps. The door opened, revealing the man from the photo, paint splattered on his forearms, his dark hair longer and tied back in a messy bun. He was taller than she expected, his broad shoulders filling out a faded flannel shirt. His storm-gray eyes locked onto hers. For a brief moment, they both stood in silence.
By MD Bayzid10 months ago in Fiction
The Voicemail from My Future
I froze as the screen flickered to life. It was 2:17 AM—the middle of the night when nothing good ever happens. My phone lay on the nightstand, face‑down and locked. I’d forgotten all about it until the vibration roused me from a half‑dream. Bleary‑eyed, I flipped it over. One new notification: a voicemail from an unknown number.
By Naaike10 months ago in Fiction
Horror Fiction
After the annual exams of class nine, Rinaldo came to visit his uncle's house in a garden in Mo u Levi I bazar. His uncle works in that garden and lives in a beautiful bungalow inside the garden. He came from Dhaka last night and got into this trouble today when he went out to the garden. His aunt had forbidden him to go out alone, but he said that he would not have any problem and would come back after taking a closer look. But he himself does not understand how he got so deep in his wanderings.
By Arfan Raihen10 months ago in Fiction