Psychological

The Haunting of Goa Highway: A Journey Into Unseen Terror
In the heart of India's sunshine state, where palm trees sway in the gentle breeze and the ocean's embrace whispers tales of tranquility, lies a stretch of the road unlike any other. The Goa Highway, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through dense forests and sleepy villages, is a passage to paradise for many. Yet, beneath its picturesque facade, lies a dark secret—an enigma that defies explanation and terrifies those who dare to tread its path after dusk.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Fallout
Corporal Solis tightened his cracked leather belt with stiff fingers, the ragged material of his gloves interfering as if to aggravate him on purpose. He slid to the last notch, noticing it still felt loose. He picked up his backpack and rifle, and struggled to his feet.
By Daniela Alejandra2 years ago in Fiction
Memories In White.
I stood alone in this beautiful white-covered field for hours, texting you, but still, I get no reply. It was only yesterday we spoke to each other for the first time in thirty years. We lost contact. I had to move away to a safe place.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Legacy of the Celestial Guardian
Time has a way of changing stories, and for many years, the Tianlu became a quiet whisper from the past. But some tales are too powerful to stay silent.
By Estalontech2 years ago in Fiction
The Imperfect Day. Top Story - February 2024.
The volume on the TV can never be left on an odd number; always even. Doors have to be fully shut or wide open, and the blinds have to be down below past the window seal, but not quite sitting on the radiator. Everything has to be a certain way, if not–chaos. When the routine breaks, it’s as if I break. Every piece of me becomes riddled with anxiety accompanied by the pain of uncertainty; a loss of control beyond my reach.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Within
In a beautiful flowers nursery nestled among green hills and lush trees, Iqra lived with her parents, Ahmed and Fatima. They worked hard to take care of the delicate flowers, finding joy in the simple beauty of nature.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Dimness within the Mango Grove
A terrible secret was hidden in a mango grove in the quiet village of Chandrapur, which was surrounded by the verdant Western Ghats. The people had a rumor that the forest was haunted, that evil spirits prowled its gloomy paths after sundown.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Discovery Through Feeling
She is searching for me once more. She can see me in her mind’s eye, tucked away in that white envelope for safekeeping. The inspiration to look for me is sporadic; this is one of her latest episodes. Will the outcome of this search be successful? It’s anybody’s guess.
By Judith Harris2 years ago in Fiction
Road Rage | Pars Duo
Lunging with every ounce of strength she could conjure, Rosalie hastily retrieved her brother from the overturned death trap. She tolled him onto his back and immediately checked for a pulse. Moments ago he had let out a faint moan and twitch, but he had fallen silent again. Thankfully she was able to locate a pulse. It was faint, and slow, but it was there.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Rain
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by hills and forests, there was a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her happy personality and infectious laughter, but inside, she felt a deep need to connect with others and understand herself better.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
The Human Library. Content Warning.
"I am not going to give you community hours. Instead, I'm going to sentence you to serve 50 hours at The Human Library." The judge looked at the youth. He believed everyone should be given a chance and Kevin, hostile, yes, but still so young, did not look like he had been given much of one so far. He could offer him that.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Eerie of Room 401 (part 1)
Caption 1: The Appearance In the core of Orrisa, settled inside the old walls of an old lodging, lay Room 401. The lodging, when a fantastic foundation, presently remained as a remnant of its previous brilliance, with stripping paint and squeaking sections of flooring telling stories of its for some time failed to remember past. Saida, a daring explorer, showed up at the inn looking for cover for the evening. Much to her dismay, Room 401 held insider facts hazier than the actual night.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction