Psychological

"Mastering the Art of Self-Control"
A young man by the name of Ethan used to reside in a charming village surrounded by verdant hills and lush vegetation. Ethan was well-known throughout the community for his unshakeable self-control, which he owed to his wise grandmother, who had taught him as a boy that "true strength lies not in power over others, but in mastery over oneself."
By Hajra2 years ago in Fiction
Sic Mundus Creatus Est. Content Warning.
Walking slowly along a narrow corridor submerged in semi-darkness I wondered where it would lead me. From my earliest age I had shown a curious disposition; for everything that seemed meaningless I had to find a way to solve that intricate mystery, even at the cost of performing inappropriate acts and looking where it was best to keep the eyelids closed. My parents had often scolded me for this behavior, telling me it would lead me to no good. In my entire life I never wanted to disobey, bringing them pain and shame; I loved my parents, also because they were the only people capable of understanding me and being close to me. But the impulse dictated by the thirst for knowledge hammered in my head like a persistent echo; indomitable. There was never silence. Everything around me gave birth to questions and mysteries to solve; I couldn't stop. I was born as the embodiment of sin.
By Cecilia Maria Cimmino2 years ago in Fiction
Never Forgive Never Forget
My shirt stuck to my body and my jeans felt noticeably heavier than they did earlier that day. The rain was coming down hard, pelting my face and forcing me to squint. The sound of the high tide roared as the waves crashed into the cliff. The bright flash of lightning followed by the loud boom of thunder jolted me from my petrified state.
By Andy ortega2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 2
Sicily | 1943 Dr. Heiko inspected the basket of medical equipment Nadine had brought him. He removed one of the boxes of bandages, tore open the corner, then dumped a handful of them out onto the table beside his scalpels. He reached back down, and pulled out the two bottles of wine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 1 “I’m sorry, Ms. Livia, but we’ve been over this. Everything you are saying makes absolutely no sense. I don’t have a son named Mark Daniels, and since I don’t have a son named Mark, I don’t know his friends Junie nor Logan.”
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Rediscovering Love in the Digital Age: Ava & Ryan's Story
Ava and Ryan had been together for five years. They met in college and immediately clicked, becoming each other's best companions and soulmates. They were each other's greatest fans, supporting and empowering one another in every aspect of their lives. They seemed to be the ideal couple.
By dino2 years ago in Fiction
Co/veil/ent
There is a woman who comes to my window, once a day, every day, like clockwork. She stands and she stares, pointing fingers at my family and the misappropriation in the placement of our things.
By J2 years ago in Fiction
Discipline
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie quietly led Corrado through a camouflaged passageway built into the rear wall of the terrace, down to the convent’s subterranean crypt. It was a sacred location the American and British soldiers were still ignorant of. Plus, due to the ongoing renovations, and restorations, it currently housed hundreds of old, and new church instruments used for the masses held upstairs in the church of The Madonna Della Rocca. It had become more of a glorified storage room at this point in time, and less of sanctified crypt.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Secrets of a Queen bee
Massa had me tend the bees. I understand them and they understand me. They be biting me so many times, that now they no longer do. I believe that the bee venom in now a part of my blood and they can smell and sense it. I read in secret about the likes of bees.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Summit
In the beginning, there was nothing but the mountain and me. A daunting, colossal beast of nature that stretched up into the heavens, its peak shrouded in a blanket of clouds. It was more than just a physical challenge; it was my Everest, a testament to my resolve, my ambition to conquer the insurmountable. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the earthy musk of the untouched wilderness. With every step, I felt alive, invigorated by the raw beauty of the natural world and the thrill of the ascent.
By Josh2 years ago in Fiction
Magpies. Content Warning.
"Go on! Get away from there!" Trisha banged on the kitchen window again and watched with satisfaction as the magpies skittered off, a flash of black and white, retreating over the fence. They'd be back, she knew.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Let's Pretend This Never Happened
I really wish it hadn't come to this. We were having such a good time around the fire, drinking beer and reminiscing. Perhaps certain memories should stay in the past. Dan and I had 27 years worth of memories together and we always managed to survive the night. Until last night. Where exactly did the conversation go off track? When did Dan decide to shake off his inhibitions and simply become a stranger? We never argued. There was never any fights, any disagreements, or bad blood between us. Dan was my best friend. He was my hiking buddy and we would camp out overnight in the mountains every December. We've done this for over half our lives so why did last night turn into the nightmare it shouldn't have been? What was so different that had us turn on each other? I keep contemplating all these hypotheticals, all these scenarios, but I'm still coming up empty. My snow boots have really saved the day, up here all alone with no witnesses. I wasn't planning on hiking back alone, dragging this carcass behind me for 3 miles but I wasn't planning on a lot of things to happen. I miss Dan already but this has got to get done before the sun rises too high in the sky. I still have to double back and erase all traces of Dan and his presence here. I have to erase my tracks as well. I didn't know Dan's body could be so heavy.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Fiction