Psychological

The Many Lives of Akirrel
The cadence of the two warriors echoed through the dry desert air as blades clashed, leaving the impression of a beautiful yet violent dance. It ended as soon as it began; Akirrel once again became the victor. Another lifeless body lay before him, and another faceless soul fool enough to battle one of the Never Enders, discovered the eternal dream. The nameless swordsman now joined the ranks of countless mortals who defied those who can never die.
By Ben Soto2 years ago in Fiction
The Flashlight (Part Two) 2024
Here is the link to The Flashlight (Part One) for those of you who may have not read it yet. The Flashlight (Part Two) It's 6 a.m. on Tuesday morning. Isidoro Bellio has been awake for 20 minutes. He's dressed in his sweatsuit and running shoes ready to take his jog through his middle-class suburban neighborhood in Santa Ana, California.
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Fiction
But Doctor
"But Doctor, he is not man he use to be! Jillian explained to the marriage councilor as John sat looking down at his hands gently rubbing each other. John had looked up the best in the field. DoctorMax's dissertation had been on PSTD. He truly thought that Doctor Max could help Jillian understand. His hopes were quickly slipping away.
By Juanita Pearce2 years ago in Fiction
Mara & Elaine. Content Warning.
Her first grandchild! Elaine's son was beaming with pride as he brought the five month old baby girl to show his mother. He didn't know exactly what her response would be. She was only forty years old and having the time of her life after her divorce, every weekend spent dancing and laughing with friends. And Michael wasn't married to the baby's mother. "Would she accept her?" he prayed that she would.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts of a Dead Person
These are the things I think after I am dead. Or perhaps I think them all in those final seconds. Whichever it is, it doesn't matter. I am adrift from all concept of time. The latter would feel like the former.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Flashlight (2024)
Isidoro takes a refreshing inhalation of the cool mountain air as he hikes along the trails in a quiet wooded area. He had worked sixteen days consecutively and was ready for a calm, relaxing day all alone with nature -- hiking, bird watching, and skinny-dipping in the lake.
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Fiction
À Propos Of The Falling Snow. Content Warning.
You will tell me, gentlemen, how inappropriate and undesirable my following comments are, and how only a fool, a desparate lunatic would think up and share such things with others.
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Fiction
Resolution
Two weeks since I started this challenge. L.C. Schäfer proposed to spend 2024 choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year and here we are at 14! That deserves a toast!. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Blurry lines
A Micro-fiction in rhythm * I’ve misplaced my glasses. It seems I always do. Just when I think I’ve found a great place to hold them,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
Pockets of Time
"Pockets of Time" In the bustling city of Strathmore, Alex, a dedicated museum curator with a penchant for history, stumbles upon an archaeological marvel during an excavation. Among the artifacts uncovered, an ancient pocket watch catches Alex's attention. Little does Alex know that this seemingly ordinary timepiece holds the key to a remarkable journey through the ages.
By Kiruthika Gopalakrishnan2 years ago in Fiction
Discarded, Without Purpose. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
Memories are fickle things it seems for humans at the best of times, so you can only imagine how unreliable they are for something like me.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Black Flower
The flower walked and after brought rain, lightning blew through the sky. Everywhere she stepped, the grass withered, the trees bent. Whatever she touched, it was simply destroyed. Even when she breathed, she exhaled smoke. She opened her eyes in these nightmares and woke up worse than she had slept. The flower shook her head to remove the images, but nothing disappeared.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction