Psychological

THE SHADOW IN THE MIRROR. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Emma stood before the crumbling mansion, its towering spires reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. She shivered, despite the warmth of the summer evening. This was it, her inheritance from a great-aunt she'd never met. The lawyer's words echoed in her mind: "Your aunt's estate, Ravenswood Manor, has been waiting for you. As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was thick with dust and secrets. Emma's gaze wandered through the cobweb-covered halls, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She began to explore, room by room, uncovering signs of a life long past. In the attic, a mysterious mirror caught her eye. It was an ornate, antique piece, with carvings of strange symbols and a glass surface that seemed to ripple like water. Emma approached the mirror cautiously, feeling an inexplicable pull. As she peered into its depths, she saw her own reflection staring back... but something else lurked behind her, a shadowy presence that seemed to be watching her every move.
By shola success2 years ago in Fiction
BEYOND THE SHADOWS. AI-Generated.
Lexi Thompson stood before the grand entrance of Ravenswood Manor, her heart racing with anticipation and trepidation. The once-majestic mansion loomed before her, its stone façade weathered to a moss-covered grey. Ivy crawled up the walls, as if trying to reclaim the estate for nature. As she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine. The air was thick with the scent of old books, decay, and something else – a hint of smoke, long extinguished. Cobwebs clung to the chandeliers, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
By shola success2 years ago in Fiction
Mirror Image
Note: I've started writing a series of horror microfictions based on prompts given to me by Little Buddy ChatGPT. The prompt here is:
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Can You Handle the Heat?
I found that great people have one thing in common: I found that great people have one thing in common: In other words, choices must be aimed at a specific goal; no hesitation, no waiting, and excellent execution. If the effect is not good, then review and optimize. Where the effect is positive, it means following the victory and further enriching the work.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey of Motherhood: Pains and Joys
Elena had always dreamed of becoming a mother. When she saw the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, her heart swelled with joy and excitement. She rushed to share the news with her husband, Daniel, who lifted her off the ground in a celebratory embrace. They knew their lives were about to change forever, and they welcomed the journey ahead with open arms.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
Science and spirits
In the sterile glow of lab-lit night, We seek the truths, cold and bright. Through glass and gauge, through lens and light,
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Fiction
Love Beyond Boundaries
In the serene village of Sunbera, three teenagers, Kala, Maline, and Rooman, had grown up together, their lives intertwined like the roots of ancient trees. The beauty of their friendship was further enriched when Aaliya moved to the village, bringing with her a fresh perspective and a spark of excitement.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
Sabaism . Content Warning.
Mapping scars with the corner of fingertips on her sand like skin, her rosetta gaze bestowed upon the universal pearl constellations that shuttered with alleia on the exquisite piece of blue and plumbeous black. It was already past midnight- darkened and quiet. Brontides rang within the north rhythm of december azure. The majestic pearl that hung over the thoughts of blue and plambago pieces was already devoured by the mooning angel of rain and heaven. Her perlite gaze trailed the angels roaming and kissing the constellations up there. Giggles of them rang inside her neurons, beckoning the brontides to fade away, far away from her. Yet, it was too late. Fluttered gazes of her tasted flavors of nothing, yet soon closed shut as the drops of downpours planted soft kisses upon them. She savored the taste of nothing, quite enjoyably. She always loved the flavors of nothingness. To say clearly, the flavours were hollow. Satire to say you will. But she loved hollows more than necessary. Maybe it reminded her of her existence?
By Chéri2 years ago in Fiction
The Sea's Whispered Wish
In a humble cottage, nestled where the ocean whispered secrets to the shore, lived an old man and his wife. Their days flowed like the tide—steady, predictable, and comforting. He cast his net into the foamy green, while she darned their worn clothes by the fire's warm glow. Their existence was as quiet as the hush of falling snow, and they cherished it.
By Jeff Hutchings2 years ago in Fiction
Edge of Tomorrow
The world outside was a madhouse. Crowded, noisy, always on the go. People were like ants, all piling over each other. Not here. The Edge was different.
By Jeff Hutchings2 years ago in Fiction
Twenty-Eight Days
He put in his application for a replacement bin as his current one had been stolen for some reason. His neighbours blamed the local kids who had nothing to do, but the bin disappeared after the last pick-up.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Final Breath. Content Warning.
"Unbelievable." I muttered mostly to myself as I saw the blank stare he had gazing back onto me. "What!" He shouted. I slowly began backing myself towards the edge of the ship, "I should've known. I should've-"
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction