Psychological

The Fisherman and the Night Sky
Some time ago, in a little seaside town, there carried on with an unassuming angler named Elias. He was known for his consideration and difficult work, consistently up before day break to project his nets into the ocean. Elias had a profound love for the sea and the night sky, frequently spending his nights looking at the stars while paying attention to the waves' delicate cadence.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Treasure
In the curious town of Willow Creek, as rumors of the lost treasure spread as rapidly as possible, a feeling of suspicion settled among residents whose rumored treasure was a diamond innumerable which had passed over the years to the illustrious Winslow family. The extinction of anyone said to hold too much karma and success does destroy everything.
By Md.Samiul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
How to Impress a Girl
How to Impress a Girl Impressing a girl is less about grand gestures and more about building a genuine connection based on respect, understanding, and shared interests. Whether you're meeting someone new or trying to deepen an existing relationship, the key is to be authentic and considerate. Here are some practical tips to help you impress a girl and create a meaningful bond.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
Love Without Conditions
As I sat in the crowded auditorium, my heart swelling with pride, I couldn't help but tear up. My son, now a renowned professor, was standing confidently on stage, sharing his knowledge of plastic surgery with a crowd of esteemed professionals. I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me as I gazed at him, my eyes welling up with tears.
By Noonaj2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Escape
This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Doors. Content Warning.
I was walking up the train to the buffet carriage, through interminable sets of automatic doors. One opened and then I had to wait for the next one as the previous one closed behind me with that compressed air whoosh.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
School for Villains. Content Warning.
"There are many things that you need to know in order to be a successful villain. Can anybody name any?" The Professor started every year with his new class of hopefuls with a simple question and answer. As expected, no-one put their hand up. None would carelessly reveal their knowledge. It was the role of the villain not to appear too eager, to remain withdrawn until the ultimate moment came to make themselves known.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
MY STORY
In a small village, there lived a young boy named Raju. Raju came from a very poor family with a glorious dream. His splendid eyes sometimes twinkled for an unknown reason, and he struggled to make ends meet every day. His parents were ragpickers, and they would sift through garbage to find anything valuable to sell.
By shumaila bibi2 years ago in Fiction
Journey!
In a small, quiet village at the foot of a forested hill, there lived a young man named Aria. Aria was an ordinary young man with a simple life. However, his heart was always restless, feeling that something was missing in his life. He often wondered what truly made someone happy.
By Rakaa F.2 years ago in Fiction
#176 Nunsuch — Part 2
"If you eat meat on a Friday, that's a mortal sin," said the priest during Religion class. "Who says?" I asked. "The Church says," he replied. "The Church is the direct extension of Jesus."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Confrontation
This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
It Turned Out That I Was The Monster
I still remember the day I first saw my mother's face. I was young, only five years old, but the image has been etched in my mind forever. Her once-beautiful face was disfigured, scarred, and twisted. The whispers and stares of others made me feel ashamed to call her my mother. As I grew older, my hatred for her only intensified. Why did she have to be so... ugly?
By Noonaj2 years ago in Fiction