Psychological
My Heartbeat Was the Password
By Abdul Hadi My Heartbeat Was the Password In 2049, nothing required a key anymore—not doors, not cars, not bank accounts, not even your memories. Everything was tied to one thing: your heartbeat. A biometric signature supposedly impossible to fake. Your pulse was your identity, your security, your weapon, your weakness.
By Abdul Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
The Halo
This story was inspired by recurring themes I've noticed in large entities. Companies going from individual people with big dreams doing a labor of love to cash hungry corporations who recycle the same crap. This genre is inspired by that, the electric state, liminality, surrealism, and other dystopian/cyberpunk themes. This story in particular draws upon religion to create a certain juxtaposition, inspired by other horror and "the salvation project". Written in November 2025 as a freshman in high school.
By Chad McBroski3 months ago in Fiction
Blueprints for Catastrophe
History is shaped by ideas. For centuries, revolutionary concepts of liberty, justice, and human dignity have propelled civilization forward, inspiring movements that lifted societies to new heights. But ideas can also be weapons. Some, captured in specific texts, have served as ideological blueprints for political movements that unleashed unprecedented destruction. Understanding the core tenets of these dark philosophies is not a mere academic exercise; it is a crucial act of vigilance, necessary for recognizing and resisting their echoes in the modern world.
By The INFORMER3 months ago in Fiction
The Storage Room
The Forgotten Room Challenge: Write a fiction story that centers on a room that hasn’t been entered in years. This prompt is about the spaces we avoid and the stories they hold. A room that has not been entered in years is more than just four walls. It can be a vault for memories, a keeper of secrets, or a place where time feels strangely preserved. What happens when someone finally steps inside? Does it unlock the past, change the present, or blur the line between the two?
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Fiction
Hall of Memories. Top Story - November 2025. Content Warning.
On September 20th, 2019, I called an Uberxl. On previous days I had been secretly packing my belongings in garbage bags and putting them outside the side door. At around 4 A.M. the car showed up, and I loaded it with my belongings and headed to my new home. This was the day I escaped my old home and my parents. I was 35.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 months ago in Fiction
The Day Three Borders Burned
When Pakistan Faced Two Fronts Nobody expected the morning of 26 November to become the most frightening day in recent memory. Life in northern Pakistan began as usual—children preparing for school, shopkeepers opening their shutters, farmers heading toward fields still wet with dew.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Fiction
Canvas
Hotel Diablos The Golden Canvas Expo. The pinnacle of artistic achievement. The place where great work was recognized. Aric gripped the invitation tightly, his pulse raced with excitement. Nine years... nine years waiting for this chance. "It's my turn now. My masterpiece will be the talk of the exhibition. No more rejection. No more failure.”
By Scott Grim3 months ago in Fiction










