Psychological

The Visible Ghost
They are the ones on the escalator in front of you, you don't know who they are but they stop you from walking quicker. You see them on street corners, but you forget about them when you have passed.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Watch
In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, where time moved slowly, Emma found a pocket watch in her grandmother's dusty attic. The antique’s gold casing was tarnished, its hands frozen at midnight. Intrigued, she wound it up, and the hands began ticking, as if awakened from a long slumber.
By Alain SUPPINI10 months ago in Fiction
Just My Imagination
Amy had driven past this house on her way to work every day for the past 6 years. Admiring the white picket fence, cute cozy porch and welcoming windows. "If only I could have a place like this," she thought, "My whole life would be different."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Fiction
Abducted.
Remi’s morning began like any other—chaotic but predictable. She fought through Lagos traffic, cursing under her breath as the sun blazed down. The sweat on her brow mirrored that on her daughter, Shola’s forehead, who dozed fitfully in the back seat, her tiny fists clenched in restless dreams. Her son, Bayo, restless as ever, tapped an erratic rhythm against the car window. The traffic horns blared, hawkers maneuvered between cars, and the scent of roasted plantain and fried Akara hung in the thick, polluted air.
By Test10 months ago in Fiction
The ticking of the clock
The ticking of the clock is louder than it ought to be in a home much like this one. In the meanwhile, I am waiting for her at the kitchen table, where I am using my thumb to trace the grain of the wood. It is the third time this week that she has been tardy. There is always an excuse for my sister, Mara, whether it be traffic, a short-notice errand, or the fact that her dog ate her phone. In response to that last one, I can't help but chuckle as I picture her golden dog, Max, chewing on electrical boards. Coffee that has been burned and rain from the previous day combine to create a musty odor that clings to the drapes in the room. From the outside, the streetlamp is flickering, and the shadows that are thrown through the window are jagged.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Fiction
The Day We Were All Assigned a Random Stranger’s Dreams. AI-Generated.
It was subtle at first. On the morning of March 19th, people woke up unusually quiet. Not from nightmares or insomnia, but from confusion—about dreams that made no sense. A truck driver in Montana dreamed she was giving birth in a Parisian opera house. A five-year-old in Cairo had a vivid nightmare of failing a corporate audit. A retired baker in Seoul dreamt, in perfect Swedish, of winning a fencing tournament.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran10 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 4: Midnight at Thornwood The night air hung heavy with anticipation, a thick blanket of silence draped over Thornwood Station. Sarah checked her watch for the hundredth time, her fingers tracing the worn leather of her notebook. Hayes's stern warning echoed in her mind: "Some stories are better left untold." Reeves had been equally adamant, his weathered face etched with a mix of concern and something else—was it fear?
By Shane D. Spear10 months ago in Fiction
The Day We All Started Hearing Our Future Regrets. AI-Generated.
It began with a sound that didn’t belong. At 4:13 a.m. in Reykjavik, a woman sat up in bed and heard a voice say, “You should have told her you loved her when you had the chance.” The voice was her own—but older, sadder. She was alone in the apartment.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran10 months ago in Fiction
Arcane Hearts: When Ancient Magic Sparks Modern Love.
In the shadow of skyscrapers and subway lines, where neon signs flicker beside ivy-clad brick alleys, New Covington hides its secrets well. Here, between lattes and LinkedIn profiles, magic thrums beneath the surface—and for 23-year-old barista Luna Vale, it’s a heritage she’d rather forget.
By Sanchita Chatterjee10 months ago in Fiction
Detour Vacation
Sandrine squeezed dollops of hair cleanser, hair moisturizer, facial skin cleanser, facial skin exfoliator, and body cleanser and poured splashes of balancing toner and her favorite perfume oil, facial moisturizing gel, body cream, and a detoxifying clay mask into tiny clear jars, all labeled. She packed them carefully into a pod and slipped them, now snugly contained, into the corner of her suitcase. Moving on to medications and vitamins, she repeated the process, counting each prescription and over-the-counter medication, locking them in their tiny vaults, and placing each neatly inside their packing pod for safe transport.
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Fiction
A Dialogue about Family Occasions and Obligations
I don't want to go. Why not? Because your family are such hard work. In what way? They just...I don't know...make me feel...like crap.
By Rachel Deeming10 months ago in Fiction
Love, Please Return
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction