Psychological

Thalassa’s Lot
Thalassa’s Lot By K. R. King The Thalassa moved silently through the dark emptiness of space, its hull gleaming faintly under the starlight as it cut through the void. Its engines hummed with quiet power, almost imperceptible, like the beating heart of some massive, unknowable creature. Captain Alex Chen stood at the helm, her eyes fixed on the star charts ahead of her, though her mind felt far from steady. It had been days since the distress signal had first cut through the static, faint but persistent—a lifeline in a vast and empty sector of space. The signal had been its own mystery, offering no answers, only a call for help that had been echoing through the cold expanse.
By Kat Kingabout a year ago in Fiction
After the Falls
After the Falls D. A. Ratliff “I watched the waterfall, hoping to ease my nerves about what was coming.”
By D. A. Ratliffabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Normal Day
I often think back to that morning, the last normal one our civilization would ever experience. The sun was rising over the ruins of what the ancient humans had called "Minneapolis," casting long shadows through the crumbling concrete structures. I was watching Junior Researcher Vrr'tp carefully brush dust from another layer of sediment, just as they had done hundreds of times before. Everything seemed so ordinary, so scientific, so blissfully boring.
By sagar dhitalabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quarry
"What quarry?" Bethan was confused. Dave explained. "The old stone quarry at Axton Hill." Bethan shook her head. She didn't know what he was talking about.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Eternal Dock
It had been years since Cormac took Aveline out on the water. Named for his late grandmother, he was happy to honour the woman who had raised him. Her passing hit him hard, but he felt it was time to let Aveline stretch her sails again.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Fiction
"It's bad for you!"
A stoner is smoking weed in a cemetery at night. A dead man rises from a grave behind, thinking, "I'll scare him." Comes up to the stoner, "Let me have a puff!"
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. Content Warning.
For too long, I’d led a life many would consider normal. Thanks to my parents, I’d knuckled down and graduated from university with a first in Economics. Which secured me a job in a large investment bank in the city. Tick tock, life went like clockwork.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
In the End
In the end, when all is still, And time has bent to nature's will, When echoes fade and shadows lean, What will remain, and what is seen?
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAMabout a year ago in Fiction
Boy's after 21
The Progress After 21: Figuring out the Progressions for Young Men The change from youthfulness to adulthood is perhaps the most groundbreaking time frame in an individual's life, and for young men, arriving at the age of 21 denotes a huge achievement. It is when natural, close-to-home, mental, and social changes escalate, impacting their way to self-revelation and autonomy. After turning 21, the shift from the lighthearted, exploratory period of late adolescence to the more organized and mindful period of youthful adulthood achieves various changes. These progressions are frequently connected with actual development as well as advancing connections, character arrangement, vocation choices, and new obligations.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Fiction
Denial
Dave's immediate response: to deny. "I don't know what you're talking about." Dave continued to walk ahead. "Stop." Bethan was behind him and he was tempted to continue but he did as he was asked. He composed his face as she came level with him. She stood directly in front of him and scrutinised him.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I remember it faintly. To others she was the Queen. To me, in halls unseen, she was just mother. Oh, my beautiful mother. How I miss her so.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
I Am The Dream
This is what I am. I am the vision, I am the answer, I am the dream. When you surrender to the folds of Morbius' realms of sleep then you have me and I have you.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction