Psychological
Threads of Life: Where Dreams Intertwine
Act One The Delhi market throbbed with a life all its own, a symphony of sounds and smells that twelve-year-old Raju knew intimately. His pull cart, laden with the day's harvest of vibrant vegetables, was an extension of himself, a heavy burden and a symbol of his unwavering resolve.
By Tales by J.J.12 months ago in Fiction
The Real Purpose of Human Existence
The Real Purpose of Human Existence: A Journey Beyond the Mundane The question of why we exist has haunted humanity for centuries. From the ancient philosophers to the modern-day thinkers, the search for meaning has been a relentless pursuit. I, too, have wrestled with this question, especially since I began to truly use my intellectual mind. Why do we exist in this human form? Why are we here, in this vast, seemingly infinite universe? My younger self, at the age of 10, was far from equipped to answer such profound questions. But as I’ve grown, so has my understanding—though it’s still a work in progress.
By Tulsiverse12 months ago in Fiction
Stiffed
"Come on," he coaxes, with nimble fingers that dance across the keyboard. "That can't be your real name." "It is!" Her response flashes in his periphery. He's already taken her latest image - her mouth around a lollipop, petite body dressed in all white - and run it through the deep-fake program. He could pay to unlock the explicit stuff, but he doesn't spend money on his Onlyfans girls.
By Rachel M.J12 months ago in Fiction
Ansel and Greta
In a densely populated neighborhood in America, there lived a man with his wife and two children. His children were enthusiastic creators and builders, and they filled his small home to the point of bursting with all their projects, gadgets, and other brainchildren. The man, having a meager income, could not afford a larger space for the children to spawn their fantasies.
By A. S. Lawrence12 months ago in Fiction
The Many Errands of Hercules
Bill “Hercules” Thompson was no longer the same man who earned the nickname, but no one would let him forget it. He had once been a violent man, determined to have his way at work, on the road to work, at hockey games where he tried to forget about work or at any other event where he had to deal with the public. Unfortunately, he was not allowed to forget who he once was. A court case involving an elderly driver, his walking cane, and serious damage to a Honda Civic were enough to have the name stick. And so, he lived his life with as much peace and quiet as he could sustain and stomach.
By Kendall Defoe 12 months ago in Fiction
Departed Garments. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Content Warning.
Trapped within the confines of the bedraggled dry cleaners on Mourner’s Alley, Molly peered through the perpetually fogged window at the blurry sun. She worked diligently on the pale green dress before her, needing it clean and pristine before its recipient arrived.
By Steph Marie12 months ago in Fiction
So Brave, So Proud (AKA Hero's Lament). Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Tallulah should be smiling, because it's her fifth birthday. That means balloons, and cake, and presents. It's also Saturday, which means no school. And, thanks to what happened last week, every kid in her class wants to be at her party. Every kid in the school wants to be there, but the garden isn't quite that big.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction
The Most Craved One
He watched her from afar and enjoyed her beautiful curves — so delicate, refined, elegant. She was like a piece of art. A gem. She was a true aristocrat — inside and out. His eyes trailed down her seductive features with barely contained passion. He could almost taste her heat. She always burnt him from the first touch to the cherished finish. She was hot, unique, unrestrained.
By Mariana Busarova12 months ago in Fiction
Mermaid on a Motorcycle
Have you ever seen a mermaid ride a motorcycle? – Neither did I. Until yesterday, that is. You will, of course, reasonably object that this is all made up, just a stupid joke. Because no one can ride a motorcycle with one limb, pardon me one tail, as the motorcycle requires the balance of two equally weighted legs. And I would have fully agreed with you. Again, only before yesterday, when I saw it with my own eyes. But let me tell you everything from the beginning.
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Fiction
