Psychological

The Flame Within. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ The air was thick with smoke. The kind that clung to everything—skin, clothes, even the air itself. The flames danced and crackled in the distance, lighting up the night like a fiery beacon. Ethan stood at the edge of the forest, his hands raised, controlling the fire with ease. His mind was calm, his focus absolute. For a moment, he felt powerful, unstoppable, as if the entire world bent to his will.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
A Meeting On The Timeline
Introduction This is just an example piece for my forthcoming prompt and challenge in January 2025. I hope you enjoy it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
When the Clock Strikes Betrayal
The opulent Ravenhurst Manor was alive with the sounds of celebration. Guests mingled in their finest attire, laughter echoing through the grand hall as champagne flowed freely. At the center of it all stood Leonard Huxley, the enigmatic billionaire whose wealth had been built on calculated risks and ruthless ambition. Tonight, however, was not just a celebration; it was a stage for his dominance, a reminder of his unshakable power.
By Jamesabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent Whispers. AI-Generated.
Lena had always known she was different. As a child, she'd often heard whispers—soft, fleeting voices that weren't her own. At first, she thought they were figments of her imagination, an oddity her mind conjured during moments of quiet solitude. But as she grew older, the whispers became louder, clearer, and impossible to ignore. She could hear people's thoughts. It was as if their minds spoke directly to hers, whether they wanted her to hear them or not.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Enemy and Vague Memories of the Past
Frank, after losing half of his battalion, despite his hopeless mind and body filled with wounds, was still holding firm and steadfast on the battlefield with unparalleled courage. In the sudden attack by the enemy forces the previous night, more than half of Frank’s battalion was killed, and the few remaining soldiers were severely wounded and exhausted.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Fiction
Surrendered. Top Story - December 2024.
The man gazed into the night and glowered. His brain was a knotted mess. He was a chaos of live wires arcing in all the wrong directions.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Unseen
Sophia Daniels was an avid reader, the kind who believed books held more secrets than life itself. She often spent her Saturdays wandering through the aisles of old bookshops, breathing in the musty scent of pages that had seen countless hands and heard untold whispers. On one such afternoon, while the city outside bustled with activity, Sophia found herself at The Dusty Tome, an antiquarian bookstore tucked into a quiet alleyway.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
Fanfiction: What it means to us?
Let me make the title a bit clearer before I begin with the main context. “Fanfiction: What Does It Mean to Us?” The pronoun “us” has been stressed here. We all, in some way or another, are affected by fiction in general. Fiction is literature that is created from one’s imagination and is not presented as fact, though it may be based on a true story or situation. We all watch movies, read stories, listen to songs, etc. Most of them are fictional. Some popular types are romance (my personal favourite), action-adventure, science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction, suspense/thriller (my second personal favourite), young adult, new adult, etc. Now here comes a completely new genre, “Fanfiction.”
By A Little Butterflyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Reflection of Envy. AI-Generated.
Ahmed, a young man brimming with aspirations but burdened by financial worries, found solace in the bustling bazaar. The vibrant colors, the throng of people, and the cacophony of sounds offered a temporary escape from his anxieties. He had recently lost his job, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon him.
By Monnade Mixoumabout a year ago in Fiction
Playground War
Please see Parts 1 by Rowan Finley and Part 2 ~~~ The next day, Loretta Gataka got up early, put a lawn chair in her car, and drove to the playground fort. An expert at parallel parking, she was disappointed to see no cars there; now she couldn't show off and pulled right up to the curb. As the sun rose higher in the sky, she sat in her webbed lawn chair, checking her watch. Those little shits should have been here by now. What a bunch of lazy punks. I know they don't go to church and are sleeping in. She heard them before they came into view and before they noticed her.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
The Wisher’s Arrival. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ The town of Greywood was like many others in the country—quiet, nestled between rolling hills, surrounded by tall trees, and mostly forgotten by the world. The townspeople went about their lives with little thought of what lay beyond their borders, satisfied with their modest homes, local shops, and the occasional gathering at the town square. But one evening, as the sky turned the color of burning embers, something strange began to stir in the air.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ticking Hourglass. AI-Generated.
Eliot had always prided himself on being a skilled time traveler, capable of navigating the intricate web of history without leaving a trace. The rules were simple: observe, never interfere. A well-timed intervention could unravel centuries of progress, causing untold damage to the fabric of time. But as Eliot stepped into the year 1912, the world around him began to feel strangely different.
By Karenshy Johnybyeabout a year ago in Fiction