Psychological
I Was Kidnapped by a Stranger, and It Changed My Life
The evening had started like any other. I finished work around 7 PM, later than usual but not unusual enough to draw concern from my colleagues or me. The sky slowly shifted from deep blue to a murky gray, signaling the approaching night. The streets of the city were quieter than they usually were on a Thursday. The brisk September wind made me tighten my jacket, my thoughts on getting home and sinking onto the couch with a cup of tea.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
Chasing Butterflies. Content Warning.
I wake up every day and follow the sunbeams spilling into my room like rivers of light. They guide me to the bathroom mirror, where I see a face that belongs to someone I don’t quite recognize. Is that me? I have suspiciously texturized skin, like a raisin left too long in the sun. My hair is white, but I like to think it’s just a shade of platinum, like the stars in my favorite song.
By Michaela Delaney about a year ago in Fiction
The Marionette’s Strings
Author Notes: The Marionette’s Strings is a psychological horror story that delves into the terror of losing control, exploring the fragile nature of free will and the haunting possibility that our lives may not be our own to command.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
Jolt
It was bright cold day in April and the clock was striking thirteen. Something had happened, a small thing. Barely a flicker across the vision. Faces, places, food, a weapon? A strange scent, a ringing in the ear. Names, words, gasps, sighs, regrets? Barely a feather against the skin. Clothes, fingers, lips, freezing wind, a knife?
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mars Land Scam
Hello, beautiful people! I’m David Rich. How’s everyone doing today?” “YAAAYYAA!” Some people in the crowd cheer. “Great, great! Property on Mars is a steal because we’re not there yet. But mark my words, 10 years after we colonize Mars, your property will be worth millions more. If you buy a plot of land with a mine on it, you’ll make billions – and that’s with a B, folks!”
By Robert Kegelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mars Land Scam (With changes)
Hello, beautiful people! I’m David Rich. How’s everyone doing today?” “YAAAYYAA!” Some people in the crowd cheer. “Great, great! Property on Mars is a steal because we’re not there yet. But mark my words, 10 years after we colonize Mars, your property will be worth millions more. If you buy a plot of land with a mine on it, you’ll make billions – and that’s with a B, folks!”
By Robert Kegelabout a year ago in Fiction
Tarts. Content Warning.
Lenora Rainey came to atheism in the usual way—gradually. She was born and raised into a highly religious family, and by the time she’d borne her seventh child, she was certain God was a mean old man dressed up in haloes and sandals. He had long wavy blond hair, improbably blue eyes, and a rock-hard penis whenever a pretty young thing happened to walk by.
By Glenda Clemensabout a year ago in Fiction
Test to Use
"I'm gonna need to see your drug qualification card if you are gonna buy those kid." said the heavyset, very tired looking clerk behind the counter as Sam approached the checkout. "Of course my man." Sam replied, grinning ear to ear, as he quickly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his overstuffed brown wallet. He slid the card out from its slot in the wallet and handed it over proudly to the clerk. "A1 rating brother. They don't get any higher than that." The clerk looked at the card skeptically, then raised both eyebrows and whistled out loud as he said, "Damn kid. You aren't lying. What'd you do, cheat or something? Highest score I ever saw in here was a B0 and I only saw that one time. Most people comin in here are lucky to see a C2 max or have flat out failed. I'd say at least half have failed three times and are now banned for life from ever using drugs again. Well, the good kind of drugs anyways." Sam wasn't surprised. The store wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and the clientele were not exactly the most mentally stable around. He was however more than a little offended at the accusation of cheating and looked at the clerk incredulously as he answered. "Hell no, I didn't cheat. You know as well as anyone the modern computers running the testing program can't be fooled. At least no one yet has figured out how to, so they say. And the accuracy of their psychological classifications has been proven in experiment after experiment. If they say I am an A1, then I am an A1. No doubt at all about that." The clerk was a bit confused "Modern computers? You mean them AI?" "Yeah, man. Most people call 'em AI but I never will. Not until one of them proves to me personally that it is actually intelligent. And so far, none I have challenged have been able to beat my test and prove they are to my satisfaction. So I call 'em modern computers."
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Fiction
Bethan
I try not to relive that day but it's difficult not to when the anniversary of it comes around year after year. The loss comes rushing in like water through a weakened crack in a pipe. Most days, I manage to hold it back, although it's pressure is always there, pushing at me.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Encounter
It was an ordinary afternoon when Ruth first saw Daniel. The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the city streets. Ruth had just finished work and was making her usual walk through the park, her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck to fight off the crisp chill in the air. The leaves crunched under her boots, and the air smelled of cinnamon and faint traces of burning wood from nearby chimneys.
By Chiamaka Jenniferabout a year ago in Fiction
