Psychological

The Lantern of Quiet Choices. AI-Generated.
In the bustling town of Auravale, where neon lights gleamed against glass towers and drones painted the sky with streaks of silver, lived a 14-year-old boy named Rian Solis. Auravale was a place that believed louder was better—louder advertisements, louder opinions, louder celebrations. Yet, amid the constant clamor, Rian preferred quiet places, quiet thoughts, and quiet choices.
By shakir hamidabout a month ago in Fiction
Borrowed Days
I never believed in miracles, not the big ones. But small ones—the quiet, almost accidental kind—I think those might be real.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Fiction
My Heart's Field
My heart's field is narrow, slipping along the undulating grass and crying over the snipped flowers of my soul. I house a garden that is ill-formed and barely tended to, with little specific purpose, other than to cope with my own momentum of time. In staccato, my breathing shakes as I jog along the bare backed road. Raw and emotional, I scrape myself along the road, black mascara streaming down my cheeks. Eyes fogged, I misjudge my steps, my broken high heels scraping mercilessly across the harsh bitumen, tripping me up.
By Susan L. Marshallabout a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Wishing
Here's a link to the Challenge: Dear Satan Santa, I have been a good boy, but I wonder if that is enough in the climate we live in. I want so many things, and I am not sure if you can get them for me. I would like to have more things for my family and myself. We deserve to be released from all of our obligations, despite the contract we signed.
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Fiction
The Wrong Patient
By the time the third email came true, I stopped sleeping. The first one had been strange, unnerving in that uncanny-valley way spam sometimes is, like it's gotten just close enough to you to graze your skin.
By LaRae Pynasabout a month ago in Fiction
My other worldly Christmas friend
My other worldly Christmas friend I named him ‘Chica’. Chica visited me in my dreams when I was a child, usually around Christmas time for some reason. Back in those days when my parents were on and off, he offered a listening ear, comfort and most of all friendship - he was a proper friend by earthly standards and I was grateful for his presence.
By Paula S.about a month ago in Fiction
Snowfall. Content Warning.
Ben has had enough. He sat at the edge of a stained mattress on the floor. The air in his apartment felt stale, like it hadn’t moved in days. Or maybe that was just him.
By Erick Vanderhaleabout a month ago in Fiction
Healthy
1st Edition: Originally Published on Vocal Media in 2021 2nd Edition: December, 9th 2025 - I am dreaming of data screens, metal shapes, floating numbers, bulging muscles, and the allure of fat-slimmed, rippling-bodied figures. A shock interrupts my heaven. My eyes open to a familiar ceiling, in familiar quarters, in a familiar, floating, apartment building. An alarm resounds throughout the bare, white walls- made blue by the hue of the nightlight. I am delighted to exchange Heaven for a treasure of equal weight.
By Scott A. Vancilabout a month ago in Fiction
En Passant. Content Warning.
1st Edition: Originally Published on Vocal Media in 2021 2nd Edition: December 9th, 2025 - The refrigerator door hung open, expunging the cold air from the chillboxed realm of the keeper of the sustenance. Leftover rancidity wafted into flared, masculine nostrils—nostrils erupting with bushels of hair. It had been an Ocean Quahog’s age since the man had eaten anything. The light in the fridge had broken, and deluminated food had an unappetizing zeal. However, The Man knew if he had bothered to fix the problem, he would see that in the illuminated age, nothing was worth eating in the first place.
By Scott A. Vancilabout a month ago in Fiction
The Day the Stars Went Out
The Night Everything Changed I was twelve years old the night the stars vanished. It wasn’t gradual. One moment, the sky was alive—thousands of tiny sparks scattered across the velvet dark. The next, they were gone. Every single one.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Fiction
Would You Swap Your Body? The Wildly Real Attempt at the First Human Head Transplant
Imagine this: you're in a devastating accident, or maybe you’re living with a condition that slowly traps you inside your own body. Suddenly, doctors tell you there’s one bold, almost unbelievable option left: they can remove your head and attach it to a completely new body.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction
Inside America’s Psychic Spy Program: The Strange Reality Behind a Very Real Mystery
Growing up, one of the shows that completely shaped my love for mysteries was Unsolved Mysteries. And honestly, nobody could have hosted that show better than Robert Stack. His voice alone was enough to make you glance over your shoulder at least twice.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction