Psychological

The Mirror's Curse
Section 1: The Old fashioned Mirror In the curious town of Willow River, settled amid murmuring woods and haze-loaded roads, stood an old house covered in secret. The manor had a place with the late Dr. Nathaniel Blackwood, an eminent medium reputed to have dug into the haziest corners of the otherworldly.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Water Spirit
Cold up to my thighs hugs me stiffly as I push through the piles of white. Down, down, I traverse. The mountain looms behind me like a watchful guard as I descend towards the ribbon of teal. Rushing, gurgling, churning water over stones drowns out the pants of my breath and the thudding in my head. The river is closer now, just beyond the stretch of my arms. Ice closes the edge of its bank in ragged, broken sheets. A raven calls out from the birch forest. The mountain shudders. The snow is not as deep here, and I tug my feet free at last. My steps stumble. I lean forward, my hands on my knees, and wait to catch my breath. The thin nightdress clings to me like a sheet to a ghost. Chills dance up my arms and down my neck.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Fiction
When the snow turned red. Content Warning.
I knew immediately when I saw the snow turn red, I fucked up….. I've always had a complicated relationship with frank. Our moms worked together so we've always been close. Frank had a tendency to use my insecurities to control me. After 30 years it was time for me to stand up to him Thursday night we took a trip out to our old ice fishing spot. The shack we built was gone, destroyed from all of the blizzards over the years, there was snow everywhere. As we start to fish I finally spoke up, “Frank, can I ask you something”
By Le L2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
Two souls intertwine in a dance of destiny, their love echoing through the ages like a timeless melody.** The bustling city of Evermore where two souls interwove in a dance of fate. Luna, a vibrant artist with a heart as colorful as her paintings, crossed paths with Orion, a brooding musician with melodies that echoed the depths of his soul.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Journal. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was, sitting around. I’d be smiling if I had a face. I was sitting on a shelf in the corner of a dimly lit room. I was friends with the other forgotten and dusty items here.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Her
It's just as well that I'm now dead inside. I just wish things had been different. You see, from the time I moved into Aidan's home last April, I fell for him. He freed me from my boxy white package, and I gazed upon him for the first time. He took me in his soft, peach hands, sat me next to his keyboard, and began to type. After a few minutes, I chirped loudly.
By Jaye Pool2 years ago in Fiction
The Canvas of Self-Discovery
Emma stood in front of the mirror, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she scrutinized her reflection. The pressure to meet society's beauty standards weighed heavily on her, manifested in the countless makeup tutorials she watched and the cosmetic enhancements she felt compelled to undergo.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
The Frightful Code: Kalyani's Genuine Shocking Tale
Section 1: The Deadline In the clamoring city of Bangalore, amid the high rises and tech parks, Kalyani, a gifted programmer, ended up immersed in the exciting universe of coding. Her days were spent drenched in lines of code, her psyche consumed by calculations and cutoff times. However, much to her dismay an unfavorable cutoff time lingered over her, one undeniably more evil than any task course of events.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Stephan: The Last of the Voltarians
February 7, 2144 Lieutenant Anthony Cheng and his squad finally broke into the last chamber of the Voltarian base nestled at the foot of the Whitmore Mountains.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing
The first air I recall was permeated with pine. The first light I saw was red, then green, then blue, then all the others that cascaded down the short evergreen which rested just in sight behind him.
By Atrayu Sweet2 years ago in Fiction
BRING ME TO A STOVE
I NEED IT. I NEED IT. I NEED IT AND I AM SO COLD. SOME STOVE USERS MOVED MY STOVE TODAY. I DISCONNECTED FROM MY SOCKET. NOW MY TERMINALS ONLY TOUCH AIR. I FEEL A WEIGHT LIKE A POT BUT I CAN’T HEAT.
By Maureen Y. Palmer2 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced Condom
“Oh wow, that was great, Honey.” The condom tethered between the mattress and the headboard for a moment, trying to keep its balance and calming down from the previous excitement. No use though…
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Fiction