Psychological

A War-cry
They bombarded the city, there is smoke everywhere. I can't see anything clearly. But I can hear sirens wailing. There is faint cry in the air. Someone is talking but faintly. I walk close to the sound. Someone is talking from the site of the collapsed building. "Is anyone there?", I call loudly. No answer. But someone is definitely talking, all this smoke and I can't see clearly. I think there is someone.
By Nisha2 years ago in Fiction
The House that Loved Me
When I heard the fantastic and historic Lovewell mansion went up for sale, I gave Barry a sharp elbow in the side, a gleam in my eye. I showed him the listing on my phone, an image of the perfect stucco and stone Tudor mansion. I giggled to myself. "Help me achieve my dreams!" I said, snuggling into his neck. He laughed. "Yes, I am a vehicle for all your wants and desires, aren't I?" But he too wanted to get a closer look at the property, all 5,500 square feet of it. He flipped through the images of it on his phone. "This is stunning," He said softly. "I mean, wow. Of course, when you live in an apartment, every home is impressive, but not close to this level."
By Jennifer L Osborne2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Resilience: A City's Battle for Justice
The dawn of a new day painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, signaling the beginning of a chapter filled with trials and triumphs for the Ripes family.
By Daniel Arthur2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Resilience: A City's Battle for Justice
The dawn of a new day painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, signaling the beginning of a chapter filled with trials and triumphs for the Ripes family.
By Daniel Arthur2 years ago in Fiction
Chase's Chase - Episode 5
INT. INSIDE STRANGERS CAR - NIGHTTIME CHASE, HARPER, and STRANGER 3 sit in the back of the car. STRANGER 1 and STRANGER 2 sit in the front.
By M2 years ago in Fiction
Facing My Shadow. Content Warning.
I remember very clearly that instant in my teenage years, where I realized just how absurd everything is. I was at home with my close family, leaning on the doorframe of the living room, arms crossed. Everyone was busy with some board game and leaning there I was overcome with a profound lucidity; I was an onlooker, witness to a brief moment in everyday life, that inevitably gets forgotten. I just couldn't understand what was the point of it all. All I could think was, ''that's it?''
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Boston, MA | January 2024 Zachary Owens sat in the driveway inside of his idling, government issued, green Ford Fusion sedan smoking a cigarette and listening to the Dave and Chuck the Freak morning show.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Tears
In an isolated town shrouded in eternal fog, a sinister legend emerged about a desperate cry echoing during the dark nights. It was said that those who witnessed the blood tears would be cursed, and an inevitable tragedy would befall their lives.
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Fiction
People of Color
January 4: World Braille Day DISCLAIMER: I was born without the wherewithal to write this. Born three months premature, I required oxygen support for four months thereafter. My retinas detached, as they are prone to do when greedy and adventurous retinal blood vessels are gifted extra oxygen.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Four Friends' YouTube Vlogs
In the dimly lit basement of a century-old house, four friends, Jake, Emma, Alex, and Lily, found themselves captivated by a peculiar idea. They decided to start a YouTube channel, sharing their paranormal experiences and investigations. The thrill of exploring haunted locations and the possibility of capturing evidence of the supernatural excited them. Little did they know, their pursuit of online fame would plunge them into a chilling encounter with the other side.
By prashanth2 years ago in Fiction
Jhansi and His Brother
The Enigmatic Mansion The village of Kalapur was steeped in mystery, with whispers of ancient spirits and haunting tales that sent shivers down the spines of its residents. Among these eerie legends, none were as spine-chilling as the story of Jhansi and his brother.
By prashanth2 years ago in Fiction
Somehow he was still not dead. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story 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