Psychological

Between You And Me
Once upon a time, in a town not too different from ours, there was a little coffee shop tucked away on Elm Street. Between me and you, it wasn't just any coffee shop – it was a place where stories brewed as strong as the espresso.
By Anak Rendahan2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Seeker: Episode One
That fateful day when I opened the locked drawer of my father’s old writing desk was the day that everything in my life changed.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
"The Mirage Game"
In a world where reality and dreams intertwine, there existed a game known as the "Mirage Game." This game was famous for its ability to blur the lines between what is real and what is imagined.
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Fiction
''Struggle in finding the love of the creator''
Once upon a time, in a realm far beyond the reach of mortal eyes, there existed a world known as Creationscape. It was a place where everything imaginable was brought into existence by the hands of the Creator, a mysterious being whose presence was felt in every corner of this boundless domain.
By Pelung2 years ago in Fiction
Ashes to Ashes. Top Story - March 2024.
The Captain’s “medical leave” was suspicious with a feel of relief and suspicion. John’s gratitude rush was a well-deserved break from the suffocating case and an opportunity for him to clear his head. However, he still felt some lingering doubts inside of him. Was this actually about his welfare or just a smart way of keeping him at arm’s length as they carried on with their investigations?
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
Infidelity in a relationship
In a bustling city where dreams and ambitions are intertwined, live a couple in love. Alexa and James seem inseparable, their bond a beacon of hope in a world of uncertainty. Beneath the surface, however, cracks begin to form.
By Jovi_iska2 years ago in Fiction
Peach Sky, Cold Ground. Content Warning.
This story has been issued with a Dharrsheena warning. Please proceed with caution. He was starving. The sky was peach, a contemplative reminder of summer's warmth and ripeness; but the air was brittle and taut as he stepped outside his cabin. Oh, for the sweet taste of a peach! He salivated as he pulled his boots on. The call of the wild was starting to screech and nag, wearing him down. He had no reserves.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
looking and waiting
Once upon a time, in a small town tucked away between rolling hills and whispering trees, there lived a young girl named Lily. Now, Lily wasn't your typical girl. She had a knack for noticing things that others often overlooked. Whether it was a butterfly flitting by or a dewdrop clinging to a blade of grass, Lily had a way of seeing the beauty in the ordinary.
By Dhe Venuz2 years ago in Fiction
Wealth, Throne and Women
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Prospera, where neon lights danced on skyscrapers and luxury cars prowled the streets like metallic beasts, there lived a man named Victor Crown. Victor wasn't your average Joe; he was the heir to the Crown family fortune, a throne of influence in the business world, and the heartthrob of every woman in town.
By Aris Pranata2 years ago in Fiction
Cindy of Ravenswood. Content Warning.
There is a difference from right and from wrong, here, my thoughts do not align. I was always under the impression that they were good guys in the world and bad. Now I am not too sure. Let me first introduce myself to you, my name is Cindy Poppins, I am a caretaker for the elderly here in Ravenswood, it does not matter what their fault is or was while they were alive, rather younger, now that they are old and feeble mind and body. It is my task to take care of them in their final days. This is where I say the lines blurred between what is good and what is bad. To give further note in this I will try my best to recall the conversation from one who has passed, as well as one whom is waiting to pass.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning Of The End | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 6:38A.M Giving thanks for being responsible, and making sure everyone drank one glass of water for every glass of wine, Garret awoke refreshed. His body still ached from the numerous injuries he sustained from the crash, and his arms, neck, and hands were still bruised, and burned, but his energy was high, and his adrenaline was rejuvenated.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Raindrops of Love
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young artist named Liam. Liam was a dreamer, always finding inspiration in the beauty of nature that surrounded him. His studio, a cozy attic overlooking the town, was his sanctuary where he poured his heart and soul into his paintings.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction