Psychological

Speculation
Luke and Matt "I've been going over who it could be," Matt said. "I mean, it's not Laney. It can't be." Luke sees pain's flutter as it passes over Matt's face.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Prince of Sleep
She sits in the plain room, cross legged on a bench. The bench is also her bed. Her leg jiggles. She fidgets. Eventually she hears banging and crashing outside in the hallway. She comments on it, saying she's trying to have a mental breakdown and lose some more of her sanity to being trapped in a plain room alone.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Fiction
A Letter to Hercule Poirot
My entry into Belle's October 2024 Writing Prompt Challenge. A fictional letter, written by a fictional character to an existing fictional character from any published novel. I chose my recipient to this fictional letter to be Agatha Christie's famous detective: Hercules Poirot.
By Lost In Writingabout a year ago in Fiction
Hidden Objects
I frantically searched for my red lipstick, tearing apart my bedroom. After ten minutes, I gave up and pulled the plum lipgloss from my bag. Looking in the mirror, I glided the gloss over my lips, only to scowl as my eyes fell upon the ruby-red tube I had wasted time looking for.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Fiction
The Rescue Team in Action
As Fig moved closer to the flashing lights at the end of the street, she could see people in a rescue boat. She continued to yell and wave her hands hoping the officer at his car would notice her. Finally, she could see that he was looking directly at her and she hurried toward him, though he did not come into the water after her.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shattered Promises
Introduction: The Weight of a Broken Vow Every promise I made felt like an unbreakable bond, a sacred vow that would guide my choices. But life has a way of testing our resolve, and when I broke one of those promises, I found myself spiraling into a world of guilt and regret. This story is about my journey of facing the consequences and seeking redemption.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Fiction
The Strange Case Of John Gates
I have been working in the New York police department for now almost a decade, I have never ever seen or heard about a case as bizarre as the case of John Gates, or the case of the vacuum-man as I prefer to call it. This case was no doubt the weirdest and most stirring case I ever got.
By Aadit about a year ago in Fiction
The Great Chicken Debate: Why Did It Cross the Road?
Moderator: Welcome, esteemed panellists and curious spectators, to this grand intellectual showdown! Tonight, we tackle a question that has plagued humankind since the dawn of poultry and paved roads: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" To dissect this age-old enigma, we have assembled four brilliant minds, each representing a distinct school of thought.
By Sue Anne Kariukiabout a year ago in Fiction
293 Life's Pageant and Those Watching
She had everything, if only skin deep. Glorious on stage, she was the designated beauty from her state. Her buttocks were firm, tenting the bikini bottom just that way. Her breasts were just so...healthy! Hanging perfectly, attentive. Her flat waist perfectly see-sawed above with below.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The queen and the river
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished'. But she hadn't vanished, at least not completely. Not yet. Leona sat alone by the river contemplating the frailty of her mortal body. How does one go from being queen of her existence, of her full and carefree happy life, to the depth of contemplation of the abyss of deep despair.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Truth - Out. Content Warning.
Luke searches Matt's face. "He pushed her," Luke states, blankly. Matt can't hold Luke's steady gaze. He just nods, his mind presenting him with a flashed moment of Mark's angry face as he lunged at Laney, and as if in slow motion, Laney's surprise as she tipped off balance, not prepared for the force of Mark's contact, and her subsequent fall.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Reversal
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. Its dark, viscous flow defied nature, retreating upstream with a violence that echoed the tumult brewing in the hearts of the kingdom’s denizens. What had once been a lifeline to the realm had morphed into a sinister current, swirling in hues of deep crimson, as if imbued with the very essence of despair.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction