Psychological
The Touch of Fate
Jason was just an ordinary man in an ordinary town, but he held an extraordinary secret. Since childhood, he had a unique ability: anything he touched could be transformed at his will. He could change the color of a flower, erase a crack in the wall, or even bring rain during a dry spell. Most importantly, he had the power to change the lives of those around him, often in ways that were both joyful and perilous.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Ice Fishing. Top Story - December 2024.
Anders was hungry with a craving for fish. Not dried but fresh. Not smoked but pink and plump. Saliva welled in his mouth as he thought of it. Spurred on by the prospect of his potential dinner, he threw some more logs onto the fire, not too high and not too many; just enough to smoulder. He moved the chair he'd crafted a little further away. Wood burnt well and fire didn't care in what form it found wood.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
You Do Believe Me, Right?
"I know how it sounds. I know it sounds crazy. But you have to understand..." Sandy paused, floundering, staring at the sterile-looking wall. How to express to these sensible people with their dull, kind faces, in the light of day... Just how frightening it had been? The sense of being watched, being pursued, never knowing what might happen next, or how gruesome it might be... Wondering what the next prank would be. The fear that next time, it would actually hurt the children... How logical it had seemed, at the time, to destroy the elf.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ripper
Thursday June 14th, 2153 Sir Iain J Wrightson was walking away from Crystal Palace after just being knighted by King Symon II. He could’ve hopped onto his bike, but instead decided to walk home, to show off his new medal to anyone who happened to be walking as well. He’d meet his bike back at home.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Fiction
Arrested
Luke I read Bethan's text and my heart sank. I'd be lying if I didn't feel relief as well but that didn't last. I was so geared up. Ever since we agreed to meet, I've been rehearsing in my head what I'd say, how I'd explain what happened. I thought about what to tell her, what not to tell her. It's dominated everything. I know, it's always been there, casting its shadow but in this build up, it's like I've been buried under snow, unable to breathe, it's been so there, in my face, crowding my mind, image after image, word after word, just there, not leaving me be!
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Knew Too Much: A Glimpse Into Tomorrow
In a small, dusty town where everyone knew each other, there lived a girl named Elara. She was different from anyone else in Parvir, a place where the sun shone warmly and the cobblestones sparkled after a rainstorm. Elara was slender, with wild, curly hair that danced in the wind like a flock of birds. But her most captivating feature was her eyes—deep gray, reminiscent of the sky just before a storm, filled with secrets and wisdom far beyond her years.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Opposites Attract: The Adventures of Rina and Tina
Rina and Tina were as different as night and day. Rina was sharp, intelligent, and quick-witted, moving through life with confidence and precision. Tina, in contrast, floated through life like a feather in the breeze. She found it hard to keep up with her studies, often lost in daydreams of fantastical worlds instead of focusing on her homework. Her conversations rarely flowed smoothly, and her awkwardness often made her the target of friendly jokes. Yet, despite their differences, the bond between the two sisters was unbreakable.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Boy with a Computer Brain"
In a quiet town where friendly neighbors greeted each other and gardens bloomed with vibrant flowers, there lived an extraordinary ten-year-old boy named Max. Max was no ordinary child; his mind functioned like a supercharged computer. Every book he read, every show he watched, and every fact he learned was neatly cataloged in his memory, ready to be recalled immediately. His parents often joked that he was “more machine than a boy” due to his effortless ability to absorb information.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Broken
Startled from a fitful doze wherein she had been having nightmares of her violent ex husband, Martha Thompson sprang up in bed, heart pounding. A bang. She had heard a bang downstairs. Tossing back the covers she went to the window, drawing back the curtain with a shaking hand. The only car in the driveway was her own old Dodge, but Bart could have parked down the block. A high wind was blowing and rain pelted the window. A flash of lightning lit up the sky illuminating a face in the glass. Martha screeched, jumping back a step before she realized it was her own streaked reflection. “Crash!” Breaking glass. Downstairs. It had to be Bart. Somehow he had found them.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
