Psychological

“Brother Treachery” story told by ancestors
There was one family living in Breezers village, father, mother and two sons. Fathers name was Cyrus, now Cyrus was a hard laborer, whose main duties were harvesting and planting trees and vegetables. He worked for local farmers, who provided him with job opportunities and food supplies.
By AL. K.about a year ago in Fiction
My Daughter Jane
It began subtly—slight shifts in her behavior that I initially brushed off as typical childhood quirks. Jane had always been imaginative, weaving fantastical stories about fairies and dragons. But now, her tales grew darker, tinged with shadows that made my stomach twist. She spoke of a “friend” who lived in the woods behind our home, a friend who wanted to play but only came out at night.
By AMBANISHAabout a year ago in Fiction
The conundrum of being free!
"Free, free"!!!!??? How can I possibly be free If I am always broke? Well, i am free to roam...wander far and near... Yes, but free to do what.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Ben 10. AI-Generated.
Ben 10 Ben 10 is an American animated television series created by Man of Action and produced by Cartoon Network. It follows the adventures of a young boy named Ben Tennyson, who gains the ability to transform into various alien creatures using a device called the Omnitrix. Here’s an overview of the series:
By Khushabout a year ago in Fiction
The Surface Beneath
In the cursed town of Fairhaven, the fog was a living entity, thick and suffocating, swallowing the light and leaving behind a creeping dread. Lila Hart, a psychologist with a shattered past, arrived at an ancient Victorian house that had been converted into an office. Its windows were like hollow eyes, watching her every move, and its creaking floors whispered secrets of sorrow and madness.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
Character Creation
Characters are the heart and soul of any story. They are the vessels through which readers experience the world, emotions, and conflicts of the narrative. Creating compelling and believable characters is an art that requires a blend of imagination, empathy, and technique. This article explores the essential elements of character creation and offers tips to bring fictional people to life.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Fiction
Dream Milk
The very famous writer descended the groaning wooden steps to his basement. He was wealthy enough that he could've had a sleek new staircase fitted ten times over, and not noticed the cost. He felt the ominous squeaking really lent to the ambience, though.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Depths
Dr. Evelyn Carter, a renowned marine biologist, stood on the deck of the Abyssal Echo, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of water. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the ocean, creating a stark contrast to the dark depths that awaited them below. Excitement buzzed in the air as her team prepared for their descent into the Mariana Trench, a place shrouded in mystery and wonder. Among her team were Jonah, a brilliant yet troubled oceanographer; Lisa, an enthusiastic young intern; and Dr. Marcus Chen, the gruff but experienced captain of the vessel.
By Black Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
An Honest Question
My hand on her arm steadies her but I could do with some support myself. I can't just leave her here and so, we pay for our shopping and then, with my arm around her shoulder, I take her to the café for a coffee. She's looking less spectral now but she feels small to me. It makes me feel sad. Life has sucked what it can out of her but she's still battling.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
I'm Coming for You. Content Warning.
In the wake of terror my eyes trail the raggedness of my shadow as it glides left then glitches on the wall just ahead of me. A piercing tightness in my chest catches me off guard. I freeze in my tracks, weakened by the struggle to lift my foot. It feels like my shoes are suddenly glued to the concrete. Desperate to take a breath, I try hard to ignore the chills crawling up my skin. My heart is so offbeat I could feel its tempo pounding against my chest like a drum
By Author M-Bleuabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Auction
The mansion stood on a hill, overlooking a sea of trees that rustled in the late autumn breeze. A single road, narrow and winding, led up to the estate. On this night, that road carried an array of luxury vehicles, all headed toward the isolated building. The invitations had been sent in thick, cream-colored envelopes, marked only by a symbol—an ouroboros, a snake eating its tail. No name, no address. Yet, somehow, each recipient knew it was meant for them.
By Kiloabout a year ago in Fiction
The figure in the rain
Roe walks through the thickening haze of pouring rain, the sweet iron of rain mixed in with foliage permeated inside his nose, smelling the rain's welcoming aroma.
By Noah Lichtenbergabout a year ago in Fiction