Psychological
The Melody of Forgotten Dreams
An elderly man named Samuel resided in the center of Millington, a thriving metropolis. Samuel was well-known for his charming tiny store on Elm Street corner, where he offered worn-out antiques and old books for sale. However, the real gem that was kept in his shop was a mystical music box that he had treasured for years.
By Ofofo Tunes2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Secrets Within
I had always felt at ease in the world of words and fantasy. My days were devoted to developing stories, delving deeply into the feelings and experiences of the characters. I did, however, have a secret as a writer. I was scared of supernatural forces, which was a phobia that chilled me to the bone and was something I had always kept hidden from the public.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Of Darkness In The Night
In the tapestry of the night, where the heavens are adorned with constellations like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas, lies a realm of infinite mystery — the realm of darkness. The night, veiled in obsidian hues, conceals secrets that the human eye can only fathom, leaving the mind to wander through a labyrinth of imagination and wonder.
By Korey Ebrima2 years ago in Fiction
The Accident Night
The lonely road stretched out in front of me, a winding ribbon that ended at the horizon. It was the ideal location for my getaway, a getaway from the city's commotion and commotion that had for too long stifled my creativity. I was a writer looking for ideas, and I thought the quiet of the open road would give me the spark.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
Calculated Manipulation. Content Warning.
The air felt heavy. Or maybe that was just me. My breath was heavy. My chest filled up quickly, letting out the air much quicker than it was letting inside. God. You just sat on the other end of the couch. Your body slumped over the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table. Your hands covering your eyes as if you were afraid to look at me. Why couldn't you look at me? Why couldn't you face what you've done? The television screen was lit, yet no picture was shown. Only were there colors bouncing off the cracks of the screen; the cracks which appeared after you tried to put your fist through the picture. God. Was that what you didn't want to face? Your hands uncovered your face. Your head still remained resting on the back of the couch, while your feet were propped up on the coffee table. I've always hated the way you would prop your feet up on the table but there's no way I'm correcting you now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Humanity
My body shook and my arm ached. I could taste the dirt in my mouth and feel the wet uncomfortable mud soaking through my pants, working its way through my underwear as well. My lips were dry, my head ached, and all around, nothing but noise and battle. My eyes were stinging from the smoke. The smell of blood and metal filled the air. And despite all the commotion, despite the ache in my muscles, I sat as still as a rock.
By Aythan Maconachie2 years ago in Fiction
Ava’s mind
I'm sitting here, looking out the window at the falling leaves, and I can't help but think about all the things I've experienced in my life so far. It's been a journey of ups and downs, but I know I'm ready to start over. I'm ready to let go of the past and embrace the future.
By Abidemi Moses2 years ago in Fiction
Play It Again. Top Story - October 2023.
Gentle music drifted through the bar, lingering around the quiet tables with their smiling faces and companionable silences. It was not a night for loud talk or boisterous laughing. It was a weeknight, the war was long finished, and the revelry for the returning soldiers long buried in the mundanity of life.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
