Psychological
Hidden in Plain Sight
There I stood. At the edge of the dock. The loud thrashing of the waves moving around below my feet. The water moving at a rapid pace; flowing over and around the fallen body. His body. The tattered clothing of his swaying against the current as they barely held against his skin; as if to be holding on for dear life, afraid to become lost amidst the darkness of the ocean forever. My thoughts moving rapidly throughout my mind.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Fiction
Byzantine
Introduction Byzantine /bɪˈzantʌɪn,bʌɪˈzantʌɪn,ˈbɪzntʌɪn,ˈbɪzntiːn/ adjective 1. relating to Byzantium (now Istanbul), the Byzantine Empire, or the Eastern Orthodox Church. 2.(of a system or situation) excessively complicated, and typically involving a great deal of administrative detail. "Byzantine insurance regulations" noun a citizen of Byzantium or the Byzantine Empire.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Don’t Look Back
Ayaan first heard the warning: Never look back once you enter the old alley. It was a crisp autumn evening. An elderly guy, with a trembling voice and underlying fear in his eyes, muttered the words to him. But Ayaan never gave much credence to superstitions or urban legends. Laughing, he dismissed the warning, assuming it was just a story meant to frighten kids.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
DUNE
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By Oussama Adelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Devil in the Details
In a quiet corner of a forgotten nursing home in rural Texas, an elderly man by the name of Harold Davin sat in a worn armchair, his gaze drifting over the muted colors of the room. The soft shuffle of a CNA’s shoes broke the silence. She approached him, her voice gentle. “Mr. Davin, your grandson is here to visit.”
By C.R. Hughesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the Water Painting
Nestled between rows of abandoned houses in Kalighat's old town was an old art shop. Mr. Sinha, the owner, was well-known for collecting uncommon and enigmatic paintings. One of these treasures caught everyone's attention: the water painting.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Hardy Laughter. Content Warning.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Gary jump in his chair. Across the desk, Grayson seemed unmoved, as if this sort of thing happened all the time. He continued to scan the document before him. Eventually he said, "Door stop must have slipped. It's the new carpet. Still too slick."
By Jason Edwardsabout a year ago in Fiction
An Eulogy for Biffy. Content Warning.
Biff, Biffy to his friends, people who didn't like him but didn't hate him, not HATE hate anyway, didn't know how to delete google docs. Occasionally he'd open a new doc, change his mind, and write nothing. But that blank document would be in his folder, waiting for him. You'd think he'd remember the blank one, and use it instead of starting a whole new one. But you wouldn't think that if you were one of Biffy's friends.
By Jason Edwardsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Truth Beneath the Smile
My nerves settled into a familiar pattern as I sat in the waiting room. I’ve been here countless times, sitting on an uncomfortable chair, holding a leather-bound portfolio that feels heavier with each interview. I’ve researched the company, spent hours scanning its website, reading its mission statement, and memorizing its earnings report to give off the illusion of someone deeply invested in its cause.
By Anthony Chanabout a year ago in Fiction
