Psychological
The Hollow House
It was just another rainy evening in Millwood's small, worn-out town when Emma found herself standing in front of the old house, her heart racing. The house wasn’t perfect by any means, but for her and her three-year-old son, Luke, it was all they had.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Unseen Strength
Aisha's life was a canvas of dreams, painted with the vibrant colors of ambition and the fresh hues of youth. At twenty-two, she was a stunning vision of beauty, with a petite yet curvaceous figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her high cheekbones. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown that sparkled like dark chocolate, shone bright with a fire that seemed to burn from within. Her full lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a perpetual smile that hinted at a quick wit and a sharp intelligence.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
When Life Takes a Detour
Rohan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he stepped onto the film set. His heart racing with anticipation, he couldn't believe his luck. Two films in the bag, and his acting career was finally taking off. He took a deep breath, savoring the moment. This was just the beginning.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Confession. Content Warning.
Christine and Bethan exchanged a look as Dave shouted again, "Laney! You'll never know!" Dave used the tactic that had got Bethan where he wanted her in the first place. He shouldn't be blamed for not thinking clearly. He was under duress. But trying to manipulate Bethan's "weakness" was his undoing.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Jealous House"
It was a stormy night when Meera stood on her brother’s doorstep, gripping a heavy suitcase and the weight of countless unspoken fears. At just 26, she had finally landed a job that promised stability. After years of juggling odd jobs, scraping by, and caring for her niece, Priya, she finally had a chance to build something meaningful. But there was one major hurdle: she couldn’t live alone.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Regret
It was a dark night when James found himself alone in his dimly lit apartment, gazing at the half-empty glass of whiskey before him. His thoughts swirled like the smoke from his cigarette, thick and suffocating. Occasionally, his mind would wander back to that moment—the one mistake, the one choice that had sent his life spiraling into chaos.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Scream: When Shyness Turns Into a Nightmare
The café was quiet on that chilly Friday afternoon. Raindrops danced on the windows, leaving trails that blurred the view of the world outside. Max sat at a corner table, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. His fingers trembled slightly as he held the cup, his eyes unfocused, staring at nothing in particular.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Scar: How Bullying Can Destroy a Life
There was a time when Lily was brimming with dreams. As a little girl with eyes sparkling with wonder, she constantly asked questions and envisioned a world far beyond the confines of her classroom. But those days slipped away into the shadows—fading like the last rays of a setting sun—when the laughter of her classmates turned harsh.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Desperate
Dave was heavier than they thought and less placid. Once Bethan and Christine lifted him, he shouted and struggled and progress was slow. Dropping him quietened him a little but when he saw the ledge that Bethan had picked out, he bellowed and thrashed.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Blood on My Teeth. Content Warning.
If I die, no one will notice I’ve gone missing and I’m pretty sure I’m bleeding out. My hand is slick with blood and everything everywhere throbs and aches. The metallic stench of iron fills the air. I can’t tell if I’m nauseous or bleeding internally. Probably both. Flying to Oregon on a whim was a bad idea. All because I can’t bother to think things through. You would think someone closer to her forties than thirties would outgrow instability. It’s like I crave chaos. Attract it even. I came here because I was lonely. Because friends are hard to come by. Because she asked me to.
By Kaneene Pinedaabout a year ago in Fiction
