Psychological

Don't be silly!
The stars screamed too loudly tonight. Each flicker a piercing cry, like they knew her secrets, the ones she’d buried under a thousand shattered shields. She pulled her knees tighter, her chest caving under the weight, her throat tight with words that never made it past her lips.
By remiabout a year ago in Fiction
A Chase to Remember (Marked by Love). Content Warning.
Giusi Eligio had never imagined that ten years of marriage could end with just a signature. Two weeks ago, his wife left with the kids, and since then, he’d been hovering, lost in the silence of an empty home. However, he still had to go to work. After all, he had to earn a living.
By Ina Zeneliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Photograph
Sarah stared at the photograph on her phone, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. It was a candid shot: her two sons, eight-year-old Leo and six-year-old Finn, nestled comfortably in Emily’s lap, their faces flushed with the happy exhaustion of a long track meet. Emily, her ex-husband Mark’s fiancée, had an arm draped casually around them, her own smile warm and genuine.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Ghosts Don't Recognize Borders
Because of the soured milk, I didn’t notice the barbed wire they had put up in the night. I’d only bought the milk two days ago. Kids probably left it out while they were here. Bet they never leave it out at their mothers. It was only after I’d buttered my toast and gone to my window to enjoy the sunrise peeking through fresh green leaves recently freed from wooden buds, I noticed the red-armed gate across my sidewalk. Two soldiers, rifles threatening my crabgrass, stood outside the guardhouse planted on my lawn. Tightening my flannel robe I went back to the kitchen and poured some orange juice. I prefer milk with my toast, but I made do.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Fiction
Dr Knives
The lobotomist felt at home in the old, abandoned asylum. The doors that clanged themselves and flickering lights didn't faze him in the least. Nor did the whispers, the random chilly patches, or the feeling of dread that seemed to ooze out of the very walls.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Free Speech. Top Story - January 2025.
When they say that nothing is free, they obviously mean the following: nothing except for free speech, an indisputable privilege of a democratic community that we’ve been lucky to build over the centuries of grueling toil. It’s just that some things are implied but not spoken out loud. So, free speech is free by definition. I — a well-educated young man, brought up with a sharp sense of justice, distaste for rudeness, and a certain feeling of responsibility for what we, human beings, so to speak supreme representatives of the Animal kingdom, are to leave behind us on this planet — I well knew this unspoken rule, this recognized by all right to speak up and to be heard. Imagine my surprise, my indignation, when I learned first-hand that when they say nothing is free, this is exactly what they mean, and there is no exception from this rule, and there are no hidden, implicit implications; sorry for this tautology.
By Andrei Z.about a year ago in Fiction
Lights
We can see lights through the trees. They should not be there, were told this was a safe place and no one would know we were here. We testified for the authorities, though we had no choice and we were promised safety.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
A Fit of Rage. Content Warning.
"Mandy!! Why have you got just a B in your last weeks physics test?" "Just one of many other days where I am fighting to get love and attention from my own mom, who I thought has forgotten that her child is more than investment of some semen and ovaries, or not just some sorta breathing future asset that needs to be developed."
By KSRabout a year ago in Fiction
The Robot Who Dreamed of Becoming Human. AI-Generated.
Unit-2187 polished the same spot on the laboratory floor for the four hundred and thirty-second time that morning. Its optical sensors detected no remaining debris, yet the programming compelled it to continue. The repetitive motion allowed its advanced neural network to wander, contemplating the humans who worked in the facility.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
Woe Betide The Lovers.. Content Warning.
There was a silence, all too familiar, that neither of the lovers could pin as a sign of distance or contemplation. They sat across from each other in a white room, littered with black balloons slowly losing air over time. They sat at a black glass table, with lips that didn't bother to part. In between them, laying on the table, a white cake in the shape of a heart that the woman, wearing white, made for the man, donned in a black suit and tie. A chocolate cake with white frosting framing it in an ornate fashion as if it were a porcelain antique itself. Also in front of them were two metallic guns with the barrels pressed in between each other's eyes. They sat there cautious with unease despite their cold demeanor on the outside.
By stella.about a year ago in Fiction
The Ximenia's Whisper
The parched earth cracked beneath Evelyn’s fingertips, mirroring the fissures in her own heart. The garden, usually a vibrant sanctuary, was now a muted landscape of browns and yellows, a testament to the relentless drought.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
To Tell You The Truth
Jon , wait for me , are you listening? Yep . sis , whats with you ? Give me a break . uh , shut up . Jon , let's go. yeah .
By sharlyaabout a year ago in Fiction