Psychological

Beyond the Veil
In the quiet moments before death, when the last breath slips away and the world fades into darkness, there is a moment of transition—a crossing of the threshold between life and whatever lies beyond. For some, it is a journey into the unknown, a leap of faith into the arms of oblivion. But for others, it is the beginning of a new chapter, a passage into realms unseen and mysteries untold.
By Caden2 years ago in Fiction
The Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
Walking On Gilded Splinters. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for the PVim Challenge below, and will be a microfiction based on the song I refer to below. It made me think of one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums, "Walk On Gilded Splinters" from "Gris, Gris" by Dr John, Mac Rebbenak.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
STORY OF INSPIRATION
A young guy named Alex lived in the charming town of Willowbrook, where golden fields extended as far as the eye could see and the air was filled with the aroma of wildflowers. He was a source of happiness and energy from the minute he was born, his laughter resonating through the cobblestone streets like the melody of a song.
By Faheem2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - The Girl
This story is a continuation of The Bag and The Bag - Jason's Dilemma, where suggestions from readers steer me towards the next instalment. You may want to read those to have context.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Are we there yet?. Content Warning.
The birds in the forest are the guardian angels watching over the brother and sister who ran away from an abusive household of hostility and invented security out of necessity.
By Kodah2 years ago in Fiction
Guinea-pig
In his expensive, light grey suit, unshined shoes, I watch him in his deep sleep, in my cream coloured armchair. I say my armchair, it was partly because of him that I have it.
By John Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Why a Zombie Apocalypse Is Inevitable
In the famous game and television series, The Last of Us, humanity is on the verge of ruin from a fungal infection that turns people into zombie-like creatures. This situation might appear to be from science fiction, but it has frightening beginnings in the real world. The real-world fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is also called the zombie-ant fungus, demonstrates the scary abilities that foreshadow a possible future danger to humans.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Innocence: The Unforgettable Handprints of Arnold's Tale"
In the bustling heart of a vibrant American city, amidst the neon lights and the bustling streets of the early 1970s, lived a man named Arnold. He was a paradox of simplicity and complexity, a man of ordinary beginnings yet destined for an extraordinary fate.
By Jonathan Strydes2 years ago in Fiction
Vale Perficientur. Top Story - May 2024.
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
137 Yes Things and No Things
Yes, things were important to him, but she tired of being his sweet, young thing. He admired things for their beauty, and he admired his fourth wife for hers, but not much else.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
A Walk in the Woods
The wide open spaces were calling to her. The linear orderliness of blocks with their rectangular form and regimentation were starting to literally box her in. She felt cramped, encroached upon, her colour bleached by the drudge and the drain of city living.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction