Psychological
Under the Scorching Sun
The village of Bandhnapur, nestled deep in the parched heart of the Northern peninsula, was a place where life moved slowly, bound by the unyielding grip of tradition. Dust clung to every surface, carried by dry winds that whispered secrets from generations past. The fields stretched endlessly, cracked and barren under the merciless sun, while the thatched huts huddled together like battered soldiers braving a storm.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A World Unheard
The chipped Formica table in the greasy spoon diner was Ethan’s world for an hour each Tuesday. He’d sit by the window, the greasy fingerprints a blurry frame around the grey London sky above Camden High Street, a world of sound he could only perceive as vibrations through the glass.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Insomniac’s Manifesto. Content Warning.
In those fleeting and rare moments when sleep deigned me worthy to visit, the kaleidoscopic landscapes of my dreams were nothing short of whimsical, an oneiric phantasmagoria that bedazzled my subconscious mind with its riotous and wonderful splendor!
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
A Post-Christmas Wish The Present from the Future
It was the morning after Christmas, and the last of the wrapping paper had been discarded. The house was still, the glow of holiday lights dimming in the early morning light. Sophie sat on the couch, sipping her coffee, staring absentmindedly at the empty space beneath the Christmas tree. All the gifts had been opened, the holiday chaos was over, and the world seemed to return to its usual, quieter rhythm.
By Madison Zhaoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Phone of Fate. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ It was the kind of gadget that promised to change everything. A sleek black phone with a polished screen, smooth to the touch, and with an air of mystery that drew him in the moment he saw it. The box it came in was unmarked, with only a simple emblem—a pair of intertwined circles—on the front. The salesman, a man with an unnervingly calm demeanor, had assured him that this was no ordinary phone. It could predict the future.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
Trapped in the Plot. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ The sound of the typewriter keys clicking was almost hypnotic. Each stroke felt like a step closer to finishing the story that had consumed the writer for the past few months. But as the final words were written, a strange silence fell over the room. The dim light flickered, and the air around the writer grew still, as if holding its breath.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Unchangeable Path. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ In a small, forgotten corner of the world, Maya, a curious wanderer, stumbled upon something unexpected during a hiking trip through an ancient forest. It was a stone arch, barely visible through the dense trees. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light, an illusion created by her tired eyes. But as she approached, something inside her stirred, a sense of knowing that the arch was far from ordinary.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Forgotten. AI-Generated.
The bus hummed as it rolled into the small, sleepy town of Greyford, where the soldier had grown up. Mark Dawson, dressed in his freshly pressed uniform, stepped off with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The world outside was unchanged—familiar brick buildings, the scent of freshly baked bread from the bakery, and the distant laughter of children. Yet, something inside him felt unmoored.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Eternal Watcher. AI-Generated.
In the quiet town of Everrest, nestled between rolling hills and dark forests, young Miriam lived a peculiar life. At eight years old, she was like most children in many ways—curious, kind, and full of wonder. But Miriam had one stark difference: she never slept.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
