Psychological

The House Guest: Part 3
Before digging into Part 3 of The House Guest, make sure you've read Part 1 and Part 2. The House Guest: Part 3 Two uneventful weeks went by.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Dave's Wish
Bethan I want to know what she means by "photos" but I don't feel like I can quiz her when she's so distressed although I know that it will rankle me until I get the chance. Did she send photos to someone else? There were other things too I wanted to know and not just about what else was on the film. What about her life? I need details. Was my husband leading a double life? I think she knows.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Assessing the Damages
The next few hours and the day after the day after the storm were mostly spent making calls, watching the news, and trying to support each other and the community. Helen was pleased that her trailer survived the storm, but she was completely without power. Still, she was glad to go home. She made some Amish life jokes before I left her there to clean up and figure out her next move. Fig hadn't called yet and I was trying not to panic about that.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
Temple of the Dog. Content Warning.
David is still sleeping and the neighbor's cat is dead. We share the same blank stare reserved for apathy and the afterlife. My staff meeting started twenty minutes ago and my hair hasn't seen shampoo in days. I skipped my shower anyway, chewed my aspirin. I left you seven voicemails full of hopeless heavy breath. I'm sure you know my number. I'm not always quiet.
By Laura Presleyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Lifeline
Detective Sarah Reeves, 39, stood at the edge of the roof, the cool night air whipping her dark hair around her face. Fifteen stories below, the city pulsed with its usual frenetic energy, oblivious to the drama unfolding above.
By Emily-Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
Navigating the 21st Century: Humanity’s Challenges and Opportunities
Being human in the 21st century is often a paradoxical experience. On one hand, we are living in the most prosperous and advanced period in our species’ history. Health, wealth, and well-being have reached unprecedented levels for many. On the other hand, the world remains rife with suffering. Just yesterday, over 15,000 children died, and 700 million people still live in extreme poverty. Inequality is rampant even in wealthy societies, and humanity seems more divided than ever, struggling to solve its problems while inadvertently creating new ones, often at the expense of our planet.
By THiNKabout a year ago in Fiction
Photos?
Bethan takes Katie in her arms, hugging her. It feels good to hold her. Bethan's struck by a fierce protectiveness that makes her teeth clench and her heart fizz with warmth. She will not let anything happen to Katie.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Missing
Katie is grateful for the reprieve. When she leaves the room, she thinks about the eagerness on Bethan's face and it makes her feel benevolent, like she's offering life-giving water to someone needy.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The House Guest: Part 2
This is the continuation of my horror short story about a house guest. Make sure you check out Part 1. The House Guest: Part 2
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Closing In...
Matt Luke and I arranged to meet at the same pub as before. Safe ground. I haven't decided yet what I'm going to tell him, if anything. I think we can just meet and raise a glass to our lost friend, poor bastard.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Talk Over Tea
Katie I've invited her in. I'm nervous now. She's a lot older than pictures I've seen of her. She's aged. I suppose your daughter disappearing will do that to you.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Call of the Mysterious Fog
That night, the fog moved quickly, shrouding Dharapur, a small settlement, in a spooky calm. Although fog frequently rolled in from the neighboring river, this particular fog was peculiar. It was heavier, colder, and had an uncomfortable weight. Once the first wisp of it appeared slithering between the trees, nobody dared to go outside. They had been told tales about it by the elders, tales of those who went forth and never came back.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction