Psychological
The Light at the End of the Road
Aisha found herself on the abandoned road that headed far into the forest on a chilly, foggy evening. This path was always mentioned by the people in whispers; some labeled it cursed, while others claimed it led nowhere.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Secrets Rising.... Content Warning.
Luke I'm spent. Carved out. My mouth feels dry and my teeth woolly. Rough. But sober, the bottle reflecting warm mahogany. This is emotional exhaustion but despite it, I feel a spark of gladness at being and it refills me with something. Hope?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ticking of the Broken Clock
The sound of tick-tick, tick-tick reverberated through the old house in the stillness of the night. It began softly, almost disappearing into the background, but gradually became more audible. With her heart racing in her chest, Mita sat up in bed. Just a few weeks prior, she had moved into this house in the hopes of finding calm and a fresh start. But there was a strange vibe tonight.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Empire Of The Clouds
Way up here, no one should fly. If you took flight…well… But he flew. God for the first time he flew! The rush of the wind tousled his greasy hair, uncombed since the flu took his mother after they could not afford a doctor. Afraid he would tumble to the ground so very far down, he gripped the cool metallic scales of his dragon. He had named the dragon John–it seemed a good enough name for a dragon. His mother told him once it was his grandad’s name, the one who lived in the old country far across the sea.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Hell's Doorstep. Content Warning.
She's asked me the question that I've dreaded. But we swore that day we'd never tell and I'm not starting now. The Scotch is peeping out of the bag and it takes all my nerve not to grab it. Instead, I suppress the urge to confess, to drink, to scream, as I've trained myself and I avert my eyes from hers, stare at my coffee and shake my head.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
