Psychological

Ich Lüge
I didn’t even know I was looking for love, someone to share my life with, until that night at the fair. Quiet, reserved, mousy, everyone called me the same names. I was a wallflower waiting to bloom. Sixteen and full of opportunity, but at that point I had little confidence. Every year up to this point, I had trodden the line carefully. I was a perfectionist.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
My mother's tears. Content Warning.
Why did I think uncertainty would be fun? For 20 months, I complied about having a good job and cushioning my sibling's expenses as the last born of the family, not knowing I wouldn't be in that position forever. I had sometimes wondered how it feels to be taken care of. A few days ago, the organisation I was working for announced that they would be letting people go due to lack of funding to support their work and staff, and unfortunately, or should I say wish granted, I made the cut. Lots of thoughts came to mind; I mean, why would they keep me? I did the bare minimum; I got too comfortable having the job that I forgot to save to have a backup plan. I blamed myself for making it to the list of the people they would let go. My karma has finally arrived, giving me a beautiful chair of uncertainty. After hearing the news, I informed my sibling that I no longer worked with the organisation that honestly puts bread on the table. I couldn’t care less how they felt or took it; my main worry was how my mother would react when I broke the news to her.
By Adebusayo Esther Obasaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Chessboard Mystery
Throughout his career as a detective, Detective Inspector Rezaul Karim had seen many horrible deaths, but what he observed at Zamindar Pratap Ray's residence in Barisal was unimaginable. Chess enthusiast Pratap Ray was discovered dead on his outdoor chessboard with his corpse twisted into the shape of a chess board.
By Nizam Uddin Apouabout a year ago in Fiction
A Midnight Call
That night I was returning alone from a long distance 'Call' almost outside the city. It is very cold this year, it was very cold as the night was long. Even though I was wearing thick warm clothes, the cold air seemed to penetrate my ribs. I was coming in my old motor. I have been driving this motor alone for ten years now. But now it seemed that it would have been better to have a driver with me. There is nothing more painful than enduring the gusts of cold while holding the steering wheel in this bitter winter. Our city is very popular. It is spread far and wide, harboring several major roads. But did not clot. Sometimes there is nothing but a lonely road from one end to the other.
By Nizam Uddin Apouabout a year ago in Fiction
Lepidoptery Crossing
Umber was always quick to think of the worst-case scenario. It was a significant hinderance in her life because she didn’t just think of it, she focused on it. She dwelled on worst case scenarios making them the near reality in her head.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Newbie
Well, welcome on board… You here for the summer? Cool… I’ve been on for three years now and it ain’t so bad on the night shifts. You get people who are chilled out and there’s less to clean up. Actually the best time to be here; just don’t say anything to anyone about it. Keep that a secret. We don't want to let too many people know about it.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
Artifical Emotion
**CONTENT WARNING AT THE END IF YOU NEED IT** I hear them. One says, Can’t somebody shut it up? # The atmosphere was palpable, as if the lengthening shadows had substance, or the mould above the cooker had overwhelmed the cramped kitchen.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Breaking Point
“Okay Benny, I’d like you to tell me what happened earlier today. What did you see happen? What led up to you being here?” The psychiatrist’s opened ended question paved the way for Benny’s response.
By Jesse Leungabout a year ago in Fiction
On The Edge. Content Warning.
This is somewhere I never wanted to be. This is the place where all the discarded thoughts and ideas gather. All the unwanted things that come here and start to crumble into dust, to be forever forgotten.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Liar. Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Glasses clink. Laughter rises and falls, following the ebb and flow of conversation as the tides do the rising and setting of the moon. Overheard, light slowly fades, the blazing glow of the sun pulling darkness behind it like a blanket draped across a world soon to sleep.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
A Session on the Psychiatrist's Couch - Revised Version
Hi Doc. Nice to meet you. I'm Lobo Weir. Thank you for squeezing me in so late. I would have preferred an earlier appointment but no matter. We've probably got enough time to complete the session before I have to leave. Let's hope so, eh?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
To Catastrophize. Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge. Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
A cacophony of cicada songs slowly rises from the trees outside the window you slide open as if hostile to your presence. Their eerie buzzing floats on the breeze that suddenly picks up and sends leaves into flight against a backdrop of storm clouds. The wind ruffles your hair and you shiver. Slam the window closed again; you don't like rain these days.
By Bethany Larsonabout a year ago in Fiction