Psychological

Doctor Arrested for Creating Human Statues
January 20, 2024 Boulder, CO On Friday Dr. Elijah Sudema, a geneticist at the University of Colorado Arnoult lab, made his first appearance at the Boulder County Court. Dr. Elijah Sudema was arrested on 14 counts of medical malpractice, reckless endangerment, first-degree assault, first-degree false imprisonment, theft of medical products, stolen property, 4 counts of embezzlement, and 2 counts of real estate fraud.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Grave
If this is what it feels like, then I’ll happily wish this moment for everyone. This is the way I dreamed I’d go. Few carefully commit to climbing 29,000 feet without considering the chance of themselves being one of the 300 that will never return home. I was not one of the few. I planned every step in my journal. Every entry had a date. And I thoughtfully considered my chances of survival.
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
A Stroke!
The Prompt: Write a fictional story from the perspective of a misplaced item. In a town where cobbled streets wound their way through clusters of cozy homes, there resided a remarkable individual named Alex! Having triumphed over the challenges posed by a stroke, Alex embraced life with unwavering determination. One ordinary day, bathed in the warm glow of the sun, an unexpected twist awaited that would test Alex's resilience in an entirely new way.
By marie e ehlenbach2 years ago in Fiction
Never say never
She has always loved me, doted on me, ever since I can remember, taking such great care to hold me close. I cherished the way she tenderly caressed and wrapped me in chiffon, velvet and feathery thistledown, refusing to allow the cobwebs of time to mar any aspect of my delicate persona and spirit.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced Knife. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
There I was, being picked up by the FBI and then placed in a zip-lock bag labeled “evidence.” The Poetic Killer, a name given by the media, misplaced me. I’m normally tucked into a boot or placed in a backpack after the Poetic Killer commits the gruesome crime. I don’t enjoy it, but what control do I have?
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Love & Hate
Once upon a time in the quirky town of Harmonyville, there were two next-door neighbors who couldn't be more different—Mia and Max. Their houses shared a fence, but their personalities were as opposite as peanut butter and pickles.
By Fujiarta2 years ago in Fiction
Hummingbird
Notes: The Story belongs to the same universe as the following: Long Stories: Dragonfly: The Devil’s Deception Ladybug: A Mother’s Redemption Scorpio: A Quest Against Deception Triplicate: A Devil in Disguise (Part 1) Triplicate: A Devil in Disguise (Part 2)
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Fiction
Baby Doll
“Now, tell me what happened,” my middle-aged neighbor, Scott, said from across the kitchen table. I couldn't say anything at first. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. I just stared down at the steaming mug of tea warming my hands, searching for the right words to explain the disaster at my house.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Fiction
Brothers Of Black Stone | Pt. 1
Sicily | July 10th | 1943 Garret shot first, hitting the man in the upper right shoulder. Bellowing in pain, the mystery man swung his rifle around as his knees buckled beneath him, and fired wildly towards Garret’s position.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced Anger
I've never been a great thinker. I've always been more of a reactor. Perhaps even a hyperreactor. I'm a knee-jerk jerk whose effect lashes out due to cause. Or even... for a cause.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Escapees
L.C. Schäfer proposed a challenge to write a microfiction every day for a year and I am still here, writing away, trying to come up with new ideas and actually having a blast. You can read about her here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
THE CHILD'S TO FIND HIS PARENTS
Once upon a time in a small, bustling town, there lived a curious little boy named Jake. One sunny afternoon, while playing hide-and-seek with his friends, Jake realized he couldn't find his parents. Panic set in as he searched the familiar streets, calling out for them.
By Mempys Depay2 years ago in Fiction