Psychological

Entwined
I walk through the door and throw my bag on the couch. There is nothing as comforting as the warmth you get from returning home after a busy day.
By K.ė.n.ëabout a year ago in Fiction
Saathi Screens
The Mumbai monsoon was a relentless beast, mirroring the tempest within Rohan. The rejection emails, “We regret to inform you…” Another one. The tenth this month each a digital slap in the face, had piled up like the overflowing garbage bins outside his window. At 42, his once-promising marketing career lay in ruins, with a CV boasting a decade of experience in marketing for a now-defunct textile company, Rohan was facing a harsh reality, the recession had hit India hard, and his skills were suddenly deemed redundant.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Language of Fireflies
The air in the village of Thennampatti was thick with the scent of jasmine and wet earth after the morning rain. Emerald paddy fields stretched as far as the eye could see, a vibrant tapestry woven by nature’s hand.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Feathers on the Wind
The room was dim, only the flickering light from the streetlamp outside casting long shadows across the cracked walls. June sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes fixed on the cracks in the wood, her fingers tracing the edges of a faded photograph. She didn’t know what she was looking for—maybe a reason to stop feeling so empty, maybe a memory that hadn’t yet dissolved into dust. The edges of the picture were worn, the faces blurred, but she could still make out the silhouette of him, standing beside her, their smiles so bright they seemed to vibrate against the dullness of the world.
By jiaabout a year ago in Fiction
Adventures of Oahron (prologue)
Preface This story is based off of the starting point of a sci-fi fantasy war story I wrote some years ago. I am taking the beginning portion of an early draft of my book and splitting it into short stories (probably 3 short stories) based off of my main character Oahron in his early childhood. This is an ongoing draft and may be a bit jagged and in need of editing. Please show support for this project to help support a bigger work based on these promotional stories I will be sharing freely online.
By Netanel Lynnabout a year ago in Fiction
365 Writing Strips One Bare. Top Story - December 2024.
She hadn't married him for looks, because he was most unsightly. She married him for his brain. Theirs was a marriage that was the opposite of the cautionary tale of those who marry their "one true" trophies for looks.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Unexpected Connections. Content Warning.
Micaela and I had been together for what felt like a lifetime. We’d fallen in love one sun-drenched summer when we were twenty, our connection as natural as the turning of the tides. I had always been faithful to her, and I believed she was the same not out of obligation, but out of a deep, mutual respect.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Eyes
The night lives like we do. It consumes the day to sustain itself. The darkness spreads itself around the planet and grabs the attention of those who witness it. The darkness isn’t completely dark. Its eyes illuminate the planet in a way no one can describe. The dark skies of the past became something that the majority took as a beautiful gift.
By AJabout a year ago in Fiction
On the Wings of Ice
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night, I rose from my nice warm bed to pee and to check the fire. Trying not to wake my wife, Belinda, I slipped into my robe and slippers and padded down the hall to the bathroom. With my trusty rat terrier, Zipper, prancing beside me, I stoked the fire in the den and then headed to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. As I stood over the farmhouse sink, staring out the bay window I saw a sight that had me questioning my sanity.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
Wings of the Sun
Chapter 1 | The Dream Takes Flight Story Line : A woman, Emma Wright, is preparing for her world journey in a plane she built herself, powered by solar energy. She’s a brilliant engineer with a passion for sustainable travel. As she reads her journals, she reflects on the difficult path to designing this plane and the reason she’s embarking on this trip: to prove the potential of renewable energy. Flashback: Emma recalls her childhood, where she first dreamed of flight, and the challenges of being a woman in a male-dominated engineering field.
By Rane Archer about a year ago in Fiction
Violet Eyes
The neon glow of Neo-Avalon, a sprawling metropolis where humans and their near-perfect creations, the Synths, coexisted in a tense, often uneasy balance, painted the rain-slicked streets in hues of electric blue and toxic green. Rain dripped from the brim of Dameian Blackwood’s fedora, mirroring the relentless drip of time on his soul.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Estate
The newlyweds arrived as twilight draped the world in its lingering glow, the sky a bruised palette of amber and deep violet. Amara stepped out of the car, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel, the cool air kissing her exposed shoulders and sending a delightful shiver down her spine. The silk of her blouse, a shade of deep crimson, shifted gently against her skin with each breath, the fabric catching the last rays of the setting sun.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction