Psychological

MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know about.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi12 months ago in Fiction
A Little Imagination And A Steady Breeze
* I'd been watching butterflies breaking the mind's imagination for years, ever since I was a little girl watching their acrobatics from my mama's porch swing. Their bright colors and effortless flutter always amazed me. All this power, packed into such a beautifully fragile frame coming and going with graceful ease and before you knew it, it was gone again. Off to another flower, another cattail reed or maybe even, another dimension.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Struggle of a Boy
The alarm clock rings—shrill, unrelenting, like a hammer striking against the walls of his mind. The boy opens his eyes to the dim glow of another morning, another beginning that feels no different from all the ones before. The same walls, the same ceiling, the same weight in his chest that never seems to leave. He sighs, forcing himself to sit up. Time doesn’t wait, and neither does life.
By Dipam12 months ago in Fiction
My Conscience
Far across the road in the solace of serene night sky, a bright light, as white as gushing waterfalls, pouring from the heavens with an almost divine intensity. There is calmness to it. It is soothing yet eerie.
By Chaotic Minnie12 months ago in Fiction
Functional Depression: A Silent Killer
The Facade "The most dangerous people are the ones who seem perfectly fine." Elliot Grayson was the kind of man who made people feel at ease. He was the coworker who always had a smile, the neighbor who waved hello every morning, the friend who remembered birthdays and anniversaries. He was the picture of functionality—a man who had it all together. But behind the polished exterior, Elliot was a prisoner in his own mind. He was a man drowning in the quiet, unrelenting grip of functional depression.
By Mamoona Rana12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar. Content Warning.
“Do people fear us, sister?” The women sat cross-legged across from each other at the peak of a ship’s spire, docked in the near-limitless spread of buildings and piers that made up Harbor 9. The woman in the purple sheet did not meet the eyes of the woman in the yellow sheet as she asked her question, remembering a critical role of her order: never see the face of another Wraith.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
"She'll Lose Her Hat!"
Picture the dead of the Siberian winter, when people bundle up and look like Russian nesting dolls. In a rundown high-rise apartment building, an old woman is dragging a little girl up the stairs, by the girl's foot, with the girl's head banging on the stairs.
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Fiction
The clock that stopped when they said bye
**The Clock That Stopped When They Said Bye** It was a regular morning, just like any other, and the clock in the living room was ticking away. The kind of clock that stood as a symbol of timelessness — old, wooden, with intricate carvings that told stories of the past. Yet, on that particular day, something was different.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction
A letter from the past
Dear Future Self, As I sit down to write this letter, I am surrounded by the echoes of a life still unfolding, filled with dreams, doubts, and determination. This letter is my attempt to reach across time, to remind you of the person you once were, the struggles you faced, and the aspirations that kept you moving forward. I wonder how much has changed, how much of me still resides within you, and if the dreams that burn brightly in my heart have found their way into your reality.
By Badhan Sen12 months ago in Fiction