Psychological

Through the Door to Nowhere
Eleanor’s hand trembled as it hovered over the door, the absence of color before her somehow more oppressive than any darkness she had ever faced. The air around it felt still, as though the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting for her to make a decision.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
Immigrant Rapture — Can America Survive Without Immigrants?
Where the hell are you?” Eve screamed into the phone to Adam, her husband. “Sharon isn’t here yet, and it’s after 7:30 AM!”
By Annelise Lords about a year ago in Fiction
Try This Cleanse
Sandy wouldn't be able to explain, later, how it got out of control. Everything was blurry and hardly any of it made sense.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Countryside: A Journey Along the Sunset Path
A Journey Through Serenity: The Path of Countryside Mornings The first rays of the sun pierce through the soft embrace of dawn, casting golden hues over an idyllic countryside path. At the edge of the road, a solitary bicycle leans against a sturdy tree, bearing witness to the stillness that envelopes the scene. This tranquil setting is not just a picturesque image—it represents the unspoken poetry of life in its purest form. The peaceful countryside path with a bicycle and sunrise is a gateway to understanding the simplicity, beauty, and serenity of rural life.
By Say the truth about a year ago in Fiction
Through the Door to Nowhere
The clock struck midnight, and the air grew heavier, as though the world itself was holding its breath. In the forgotten attic of an old Victorian house, a door no one remembered installing had appeared overnight. It was no larger than a closet door, its frame warped and weathered, with no handle or hinges. At its center was an engraving: "Enter, but never return the same."
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
Jingle Hell
Why did they think burning him would do any good? Like swatting a wasp: they'd just made him angry. One side of his face was exactly the same, the expression unchanged. Still, she could tell he was angry. It emanated from him in poisonous waves.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Girl and the Secret of Her Heart
In a small village nestled in the hills, there lived a baby girl named Lila. With the softest black curls, a heart-shaped face, and eyes that sparkled like stars, she was undeniably beautiful. Yet, despite her charm, no one seemed to notice her. Her father, a man full of words but lacking warmth, was preoccupied with his ambitions, caring only for himself. Her mother, once vibrant, had become frail after giving birth to four children in quick succession, leaving her unable to nurture Lila as she wished.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Wait
"And now, we wait. Did they tell you how long?" Bethan asked. "No, but they did tell me not to move. I told them that I had no intention of moving. That I wouldn't feel secure until I knew that he'd been taken into custody." Christine spat these words out, her enmity conveyed.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Why Men Want to Sleep After Sex and Women Want to Talk
Human relationships are shaped by a complex interplay of emotions, psychology, and biology, which often leads to intriguing differences between men and women. A well-known example is the post-sex behavior of men and women: while men often want to sleep, women prefer to talk. Understanding these distinctions provides deeper insights into the male psyche and the dynamics of intimate relationships.
By William Henryabout a year ago in Fiction
More Mischief
In that moment between sleeping and waking, there are two ways of being. Either all is well in the world, or something is wrong. You can feel it when you've overslept, or when Someone is in the house.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind Closed Doors: The Silent Battles We Face Every Day
Life isn’t a bed of roses. It’s easy to look at others and think they have it all figured out—the ideal job, the joyful family, the radiant smile. But what we often overlook are the silent struggles they endure every single day. Life is a challenge for everyone, regardless of who you are. Whether you’re a banker, a writer, a homemaker, or anything in between, everyone is striving to overcome hurdles and improve their situation. We may be fighting different battles, but we all share a common goal: to lead a life that holds meaning.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
The House in the Jungle
The jungle buzzed with the sound of rain. The trees danced, their leaves sharing secrets, while the thick, humid air clung to everything it encountered. In the center of this ancient forest stood a house. Its walls bore time marks, its windows cracked and draped in vines. It appeared deserted, yet there was something eerily vibrant about it.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction