Psychological

Redemption Of Drowning Chapter 3
Redemption Of Drowning Chapter 3 By : Mariann Carroll, Jason Ray Morton, Dharrsheena Raja Segarran and Melissa Ingoldsby Teresa couldn't fall asleep. She kept having second thoughts about calling her cousin, Jonathan. She sure didn't miss Danny.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
The Worst Summer Ever
Dear Diary, March 13th, 7:30 a.m. Nothing could be worse than having to go to school when Spring Break is just around the corner. All these rumors going around school that we are going to be on eLearning for two weeks because of a global pandemic. I just don’t believe it. Not because I don’t believe that there is a global pandemic, because I do, but because it is just a silly rumor. What is the harm of it? Nothing can keep us from school or our friends. Can it?
By Lea Rue2 years ago in Fiction
The Window on 24th Street
I moved into my apartment on the 24th day of June, on a Thursday. Job hunting had not been going well, but I had managed to find a job as a legal clerk nearby, so I rented a small studio apartment on 24th Street. It was very minimalist, but it was enough for me. In the living room, there was a large window that gave view to the street and the buildings directly in front. I loved sitting by that window while I drank my coffee in the mornings. I had been there around a month when I noticed that, every night, one of the apartment lights on the building across the street was always on. The window peered into a living room with a green sofa and a large painting above it. A nice couple lived there, I had met them on my second week there as I headed to work. Some nights, I would read, sitting on a chair that I conveniently propped next to the window. It was on one of those nights when it all started.
By Writing For Me2 years ago in Fiction
Love Garden II
HER 3 I watch closely as he walks down each set of spiraling steps all the way out the door in the lobby before I retreat into my apartment and shut the door. As soon as it closes, my body leans against the nearest wall for support, while my mind begins to rewind the tape of my day back to about an hour ago, when the interview first began. I have flashbacks like this when I find myself in complicated situations that I feel need to be solved. When my memory calls me, it is insistent and vivid. It compels me to listen, and this feeling of releasing control to my thoughts used to bother me until I learned how to use it, and just how useful it is. I focus for a moment, and a faint picture of a small canine matted with mud and dried blood waiting in my doorway fades into view. I am not afraid. I know it does not want to hurt me, but in its eyes, I can see that it came for something. I follow the eyes to the kitchen, where a pile of raw meat sits on the countertop. When I turn back around, the dog has become a man. He walks in.
By SierraLW2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Floor #9
"Crew! we have a new employee tonight this is Amanda she's from the other side of town and she's been coming here most of her life. Lets give a warm welcome to her, its been her deepest desire to work here at the Hotel." A small group of a team that's worked there for years claps in a very slow way almost if the energy of their claps held the sight dark under tone of this place. It was the night shift, so very few people were there to monitor the place as is. Amanda was a girl that grew up slightly interested in the paranormal. It was her dream to work at a place where she felt there was a pull towards the mystery of that realm.
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Fiction
AURA
In the not-so-distant future, the world stood at the brink of a technological revolution. Dr. Amelia Carter, a maverick scientist with a mind as brilliant as the stars, had spent years toiling away in her secret laboratory on the outskirts of Silicon Valley. When the time was right, she emerged from the shadows with a creation that would redefine the very essence of artificial intelligence – AURA.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
The Mad Monk. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 writing and writing and writing microfiction stories every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Bars By The Sea. Top Story - January 2024.
Casablanca, North Africa | July 11th, 1943 | 8:17:P.M He awoke to the sound of crashing waves, cheerful chanting, and live music. His head once again throbbed, his skin awkwardly trembled, and his vision was hazy, but he could tell that something was different about his room.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Coffee Break
Names, figures, acronyms, and dates swam before his eyes. All so much meaningless chaff. So many lines of intricate code distilled into something his mortal eyes could breakdown and understand before reconstructing into new information.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Faces. Content Warning.
So, Vocal are approving stories out of order, having still not approved the one for today. It's taking ages for mine to get on here so I thought I'd submit tomorrow's and here it is. I have a busy week so I thought I'd get ahead of the game and now, I'm behind and ahead at the same time.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Funny story of mental doctor
Story of mental doctor Sometime in the distant past in the curious town of Psychedelia, where the roads were cleared with Unintentional errors and the air was loaded up with the chuckling of internal devils, there carried on with a psychological specialist named Dr. Sigmund Wobblekins. Dr. Wobblekins was no customary specialist; he had a skill for treating the quirkiest of mental diseases with his strange techniques.
By Malaika Ayub2 years ago in Fiction
Fractured Ties
Two friends, Ethan and Jake, were inseparable in the centre of a picturesque and intimate village. Their friendship was a beacon of light, spreading warmth and familiarity throughout the town. With their knowing smiles, the townspeople believed their friendship was unbreakable, a sentiment that echoed through the cobblestone streets and cosy cafes.
By Ajayi Basit Adeola2 years ago in Fiction