Psychological
Telltale crimson trail. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
I'd seen gray snow, I'd seen brown, mushy snow on the highway. I'd seen yellow snow too, but this was the first time I had seen pink snow. The sight of it turned my stomach. The crimson stain had grown into a shadow, an outline, like an island. The spatter from the blow had left a telltale bloody trail leading away from the gaping wound in the victim's head.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Dreams!
It seemed as though the very fabric of his aspirations were unraveling before his eyes, slipping away like grains of sand through the cracks of his fingers. His mind, once an arsenal of clarity and purpose, now seemed a tempest of conflicting thoughts, each one vying for dominance over the other. Regrets mixed with hopes of a brighter future, swirling together in a tumultuous dance that left him feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
By Tevin Milla Ogutu2 years ago in Fiction
The Symphony of Dreams
Once within the labyrinthine corridors of the human mind was a world of infinite possibilities and limitless imagination. Here, between the synapses and neurons, lies the heart of creativity, the realm where stories are born, unfold and are freed to roam the vastness of the imagination.In this ethereal landscape, where thoughts dance like fireflies in the night, lived a young dreamer named Luna. Eyes like stars and a heart full of curiosity, Luna set off into the depths of her mind, wanting to discover the stories hidden within.As Luna delved into the labyrinth of her consciousness, she encountered countless characters, each with a story to tell. There was a brave knight, Sir Galahad, who set out to rescue a princess trapped in a tower guarded by a fearsome dragon. There was the wise old sage Merlin, whose knowledge throughout the ages and whose advice was sought by kings and commoners alike. And there was Twinkle, a mischievous elf whose antics brought laughter and joy to all who crossed her path.Guided by her boundless imagination, Luna wove these characters and their stories into an intricate tapestry of words and feelings. With each stroke of the pen, he breathed life into his creations and let them leap from the pages of his mind into another world.But amid the wonder and enchantment of her stories, Luna also encountered darker shadows lurking in the recesses of her consciousness. There were fears and doubts, whispers of uncertainty that threatened to cloud his creativity and suffocate his dreams.However, Luna continued to use courage as her shield and determination as her sword, facing her fears and turning them into sources of inspiration. Because he knew that true creativity is not the absence of darkness, but the ability to harness its power and forge something beautiful out of it.And so, armed with her imagination and driven by passion, Luna continued her journey through the vastness of her mind, exploring the depths of her creativity and finding new stories waiting to be told.With each story she discovered, Luna found herself drawn deeper into the rich fabric of the human experience—a tapestry woven from threads of joy and sorrow, love and loss, triumph and tragedy. And while the road ahead was filled with uncertainty, Luna faced it with unwavering determination, knowing that with every story she told, she not only shared a piece of herself with the world, but also enriched the lives of her listeners.And so, in the labyrinthine corridors of the human mind, Luna's stories echoed like the whisper of the wind, carrying with them the timeless wisdom of the ages and the limitless potential of the human spirit. Because in the end it wasn't the destination that mattered, but the journey itself - a journey of discovery, creation and endless possibilities..
By MUZAMMIL KHAN N2 years ago in Fiction
Mystery In The Dark. Content Warning.
She had been missing for 3 days when they were discovered by hikers. Nearly buried by the light powder that blew forcefully off the jagged peaks. Folded neatly and placed at the edge of the mountain, they discovered a jacket, sweatshirt, a pair of pants, and pink socks tucked into a new pair of fur trimmed snow boots. Much like the ones her nana had given to her 4 days earlier for her birthday.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Drex Nile
An extremely long time ago, in a galaxy tremendously far away from ours... Fifteen years ago, while Drex was a young, thieving pilot, desperately trying to make a living for himself on the planetary city-system of Coruscant, he found his hands soaked in blood.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The echoes of Abyas
The abyss is located in the great emptiness of existence, when light disappears and darkness rule the day. It's a mysterious place where stories of lost civilizations and forbidden knowledge echo through the emptiness, whispering buried truths. Come along with us as we explore the mysterious world of the abyss and discover the echoes that persist within its timeless expanse as we venture into the depths of darkness.
By silent scripter2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Time
Elena, with eyes like storm clouds and a spirit as fiery as her paintings, lived in a silent world. Deaf since birth, she spoke in vibrant hues on canvas, emotions unspoken yet deeply felt. One rainy afternoon, a melody drifted through her window, weaving a tapestry of sound she'd never known. It was Ethan, a musician with a heart as vast as the sky, drawn by the melancholic beauty of her art displayed outside.
By Robert Brown2 years ago in Fiction
Snowflakes. Top Story - February 2024.
Flakes of snow insensitively gripped the edge of my jacket with the weight of my emotions. A tunnel of seductive light flooded a path from me to my front door. Low wailing encompassed the space around my dimly lit home while clouds of moisture colored themself from the fixtures of my abode.
By Desmond Shaw2 years ago in Fiction
Silens Praesidium. Content Warning.
Drip drop drip The cold of the drips to his face roused him. Brian woke with screaming from what felt like the worst nighmare he had ever experienced. Hyperventilating, he struggled to focus on the dark and cold surroundings. In fact he could barely move his head. It felt like his neck was firmly strapped down.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction








