Psychological

The Library of Lost Voices
The girl with the red hair arrived just after the storm. Her boots left wet prints on the marble floor as she crossed the vast threshold. The ancient doors creaked shut behind her, echoing like thunder through the cathedral-high arches. Dust floated in shafts of silver light cutting through the tall, stained-glass windows. The scent of old parchment and older secrets hung in the air.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
The Clock That Stole Time
The clock arrived in a box with no return address. Jonathan found it on his doorstep one rainy morning, wrapped in wax paper, sealed with a brittle red ribbon. No note. No explanation. Just an antique brass mantel clock with black Roman numerals and fine golden hands that trembled faintly, even when untouched.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door
The forest had always been quiet, but that day, it was still. Not a single bird called. No branches creaked. The usual rustle of squirrels and wind was replaced with something else—a silence that felt alive. Heavy. Watching. It was the kind of stillness that spoke not of peace, but of anticipation. The trees seemed to lean inward, listening.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
The Experiment. Top Story - April 2025.
Dr. Climen had been missing for the last two weeks, Climen had no family. So no one cared for him, he was a brilliant scientist Awarded at a national level, who made many strange and incredible inventions. So when he did not appear anywhere for two weeks, the police of the city started searching for him. She first knocks in Climen's lab, but there is no one; he does not keep anyone with him, so he has no assistant. Everything was normal in his lab. The police did not see anything treaty there. Instead, there were many flowering plants.
By Karan w. 10 months ago in Fiction
The Reach
The doctor stared pensively at his computer monitor for a short while before looking up at the worried woman seated before him.
By Mewstein Brandt10 months ago in Fiction
Life at the Cost of Drinking a Cup of Time: The Simulated Dream
Part Six: Fractured Horizon The laboratory was engulfed in an eerie silence, the hum of the machines drowned beneath the weight of anticipation. Alex stood at the center, sensors meticulously attached to his temples, wires snaking like veins into the heart of the system. Every breath he took felt heavier than the last, as if even the air resisted him.
By Vafa Abbasi10 months ago in Fiction
Mawya’s Tide
Prologue: The Bone Flute Long before partition, before maps, there was the Mawya—the living breath of the Sundarbans. Fisherfolk say it sleeps in the mangrove roots, exhaling through tiger lungs and tidal blood. But when the shrimp farms came, steel cages devouring the brackish creeks, the Mawya began to choke.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
Nasib’s Thread
Chapter 1: The Clockmaker’s Daughter Nasib Al-Mirri’s name was a blade wrapped in silk— fate in her mother’s tongue, a jest in the Clockwork City’s shadowed alleys. Careful, or Nasib’ll stitch your destiny! gondoliers crowed as she navigated the canals, their laughter bouncing off bioluminescent lanterns that pulsed like jellyfish in the brackish water. She ignored them, her arms laden with bolts of fabric dyed in stolen starlight, a commodity as fleeting as her mother’s legacy.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
A Mother’s Suggestion
I thought I was prepared, but until your seventeen-year-old kid, all six feet two of him, walks in, covered in someone’s blood, you don’t know. At first, you’re just grateful it’s not his, having examined him head to toe for any scratches or wounds, any parting gifts other than the quickly drying blood. I looked for that joyful light in Mike’s eyes, the one that kept me fighting all these years. Dull, like someone had covered it up. Shoulders hunched and skin stained brown, he seemed more like a rusted-out car on the side of the road, abandoned. But I’d never do that.
By Ramim Akondo10 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 7: The Conductor's Cabin Sarah's phone died shortly after the train departed the luminescent station. She pocketed it with reluctance, then retrieved her notebook and pen—old-fashioned tools for documenting an impossible journey.
By Shane D. Spear10 months ago in Fiction
Life at the Cost of Drinking a Cup of Time: The Simulated Dream
Part Four: Next Experiment: Time Trap The next experiment lasts two hours and is considered the final stage before the main experiment. However, things don’t go as expected in this trial. Alex suddenly falls into a time loop and is sent back to his childhood. Professor Darcy, noticing the changes with concern, says to his team in a voice filled with anxiety: "He’s trapped at a point far from his past, in a trap of his childhood trauma."
By Vafa Abbasi10 months ago in Fiction
Wheels of Doubt: Confessions of a Pizza Delivery Man
The night felt thick, layered with humidity and something heavier—a guilt that seeped into every breath Marcus took. The pizzeria lights dimmed behind him as he stepped outside, balancing cardboard boxes that felt heavier tonight than they ever had before. It wasn't the cheese, the crust, or the toppings; it was the weight of memory.
By Rukka Nova10 months ago in Fiction