Psychological

The Brain Swap
I never thought I would end up in this position. Here I sit, staring at a reflection in the mirror that isn't mine, trying to come to terms with the fact that my brain, my very consciousness, is in someone else's body. It sounds like science fiction, but I assure you, it's terrifyingly real.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Timeline of the Antichrist: A Shadowy Figure
The Antichrist, a figure shrouded in religious and mythical prophecies, remains a subject of fascination and fear. In Christian eschatology, the Antichrist is often depicted as a powerful and deceptive individual who will arise during the end times, opposing and mimicking Christ.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 6
The group gathered around FinCoon, their minds buzzing with questions. After the defeat of the Guardian, they felt a strange sense of accomplishment but also unease. The chamber had grown eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the shattered orb still pulsing gently on the pedestal.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 5
With a deep breath, SpongeBob stepped into the portal, followed closely by Squidward, Sandy, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton. The world around them twisted, warping like a kaleidoscope of light and shadows. For a brief moment, everything felt weightless, and then, in an instant, the scene shifted.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
I'm not crazy (my mother had me tested)
Labels like “paranoid”, and “delusional” are sticky. Especially to women. No matter what Sandy did to convince them that she wasn't crazy, they believed she was saying what she thought they wanted to hear. If she let her worry for her family show, or got frustrated or impatient, they took this as a symptom of instability. “Really,” she said, “I feel okay, now. I did feel a bit strange for a while. Maybe everything was getting to me. I swear, I’d never hurt my kids. Or Karl. I promise, my head feels much clearer now.” “That’s good!” This accompanied by a bland, encouraging smile. “That shows you’re in the right place, doesn’t it?” “But I can’t stay here!” Sandy would almost-wail. “I have to get my children back!” “Do you know where they are?” would be the oh-so-reasonable reply, with sharpness hidden just underneath. “Of course not,” Sandy did her best not to grit her teeth. I mustn't show anger or impatience... I must be a perfect picture of rationality... Sandy hated it here. Hated the white walls and bland pictures. The soulless rooms and grey tracksuits. The shuffling footsteps, tiny paper cups and hollow eyes. Hated feeling she didn’t belong; loathed worrying maybe she did. Hated feeling watched always, and feeling like everything she did was being written down to be used against her. Hated being phoneless. Some things she didn’t hate, much as she wouldn't admit it to herself. There was no pressure here. To create a perfect holiday with magical memories for all, and turn it into compelling, monetised content. There were hardly any decorations, even, and none in her own room. Best of all: no elf. There was a dismal looking Christmas tree in here. Sandy didn’t think about how much she didn’t look at it, and yet never had her back to it either. It was quite pleasant not to be ruled by a little red dot, the way a bull is led by his nose-ring. I could feel like this all the time... Sandy slid a yellow counter down a snake. Just never get another smartphone... Get an old Nokia and use it for calls... She looked up. "Your turn," she said to the pale, redhaired girl sitting across the table.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 4
The enormous Guardian loomed over the group, its body shimmering like a thousand shards of crystal, each one glowing with an eerie energy. Its eyes—now more like twin suns—burned with a fierce intensity, and its colossal form charged toward them.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 3
The eerie forest of FinCoon seemed alive, its towering black trees whispering an unintelligible hum. SpongeBob and his friends moved cautiously, their footsteps crunching against the glowing moss beneath them. The air was thick with a faint green mist that shimmered like tiny stars.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 2
The Abyss Voyager II was a smaller, sleeker vessel, outfitted with advanced navigation systems and a compact but cozy interior. SpongeBob and his friends sat in their respective seats as Sandy adjusted the controls with precision. The ship hummed with energy, the thrusters pushing them further away from the comfort of Bikini Bottom and into the vast, star-speckled void.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
SpongeBob and the Adventures of FinCoon: Part 1
The underwater city of Bikini Bottom bustled with excitement. News had spread like wildfire about a groundbreaking mission to the mysterious planet of FinCoon. Eight brave citizens were selected to represent Bikini Bottom in an intergalactic exploration that promised adventure, discovery, and fame. The streets were adorned with banners, the air buzzing with anticipation. The mission was the talk of the town, and even SpongeBob SquarePants, ever the optimist, couldn't help but dream about the possibilities.
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Depths: Echoes of the Lost Ship
On a crisp autumn morning in the small coastal town of Seabridge, the salty air buzzed with excitement as a group of adventurous locals readied themselves for a sailing expedition. The highlight of their journey was the Aurora, a grand ship that once roamed the seas in search of luxury and adventure, but now lay still and decaying at the harbor. Legend had it that decades ago, it mysteriously sank to the ocean floor, taking with it the secrets of its past and the souls of its crew.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Little Boy Who Waited for Santa
On the outskirts of a small town, tucked between frostbitten trees and a crumbling wooden house, lived a little boy named Timmy. His cheeks were always red from the biting cold, and his tiny hands shivered even beneath his worn-out gloves. Timmy's family was poor, but his heart was rich with dreams.
By Say the truth about a year ago in Fiction
Whispers from Veloria: The Planet of Shadows
When the first images of Veloria appeared on Earth, they were nothing short of stunning: vibrant green landscapes, sparkling lakes, and towering mountains. Scientists were left in awe; this new planet, orbiting the distant star Darius-9, had only been discovered a few months earlier. However, what truly captivated the world was the haunting outline of a humanoid figure visible in one of the photos—a sentient life form.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction