Psychological

The Trip Back
I sat on the corner of my pitch black bedroom floor hugging my knees tightly against my chest. My eyes were open widely as I kept repeating a silent prayer. I couldn’t bring myself to close them, not even for a minute. With my heart thumping loudly, threatening to tear past my ribcage and leap out onto the floor. I couldn’t risk a panic attack that I knew I was seconds away from. I was shivering with every nerve-wrecking breath that I took. The thunder that was erupting outside did nothing for my nerves. I couldn’t figure out what was going on in the rest of the house.
By yonela mtsi2 years ago in Fiction
The Guilty Letters
It was the third Friday of the month when she received not a letter, but a note in the post. It wasn’t all fluttering from the slit in the door and it wasn’t in any kind of envelope. It was just a folded piece of paper that lay gently upon a pile of bills. It wasn’t addressed to anyone and so, living alone, she assumed it was for her and unfolded it. It read one, simple line: I know what you did. There was no sender, no ‘from’ and certainly no ‘yours truly’. She had no idea what this note meant or where it had come from, but she did know that she was already late for her shift at the bank that morning due to staring intently at the note in her hand for almost twenty minutes.
By Annie Kapur2 years ago in Fiction
Yours, Truly
All she ever dreamt of having was to get a taste of something different; anything different. A new life. A new beginning. All she's ever wanted was the taste of the type of life she's only dreamt of having. You know the one. The life where havoc was all that was known to the sole perpetrator. The life where you couldn't know whether a person was good or bad; either you trusted everyone, or trusted no one. That life. That's the life she wanted to take a bite out of. Just a taste. Just to get a feel of something... anything... different from her own.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Soli. Content Warning.
soli (Italian) /ˈsəʊlɪ/ adjective, adverb (plural of solo) - (of a piece or passage) to be performed by or with soloists "Dig deep, drink water, hold fast. Dig deep, drink water, hold fast..." Sprinkling the last of the juice of the apples she picked that morning, Isbell nearly completed her counterclockwise circle in the soil of her aunt's garden before Agnes scampered right in front of her, scattering the dirt across her boots.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Fiction
The story of the unlucky girl. Content Warning.
once upon a time, in a small village nestled between lush, rolling hills, there lived a girl named Lily. From the day she was born, it seemed that misfortune had taken residence in her life. People whispered that her existence was marked by an invisible dark cloud, casting a shadow over her path.
By F GH2 years ago in Fiction
Journey Through the Enchanted Lands of Cappadocia
Cappadocia, a region in central Turkey, is a land shrouded in enchantment. Known for its surreal rock formations, ancient cave cities, and a rich cultural tapestry, this unique region beckoned travelers from around the world. Our journey to Cappadocia began as an idea but would soon turn into an extraordinary adventure.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
Family secrets. Content Warning.
It was an unforgettable night, filled with unexpected discoveries. Baya had always suspected that her family was keeping secrets, but little did she know that she would stumble upon a truth that would shake her to the core. Everything changed for her after that accidental encounter in the sprawling mansion.
By Hippy vagabond2 years ago in Fiction
And Then There Were ? . Content Warning.
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: --- WARNING! Spoilers for And Then There Were None ahead. If you haven't read it already, you should!! You can order a copy here:
By Maureen Y. Palmer2 years ago in Fiction
Anura’s New Life
They went back outside and talked some more, they both agreed to the house being her new living place. Everywhere you look everyone was saying we are safe, but the structural organization knew in this city no one was safe if they can be owned.
By MIXHAELI MENTE2 years ago in Fiction
The Songbird's Resonance
Chapter 1: The Ailing Village In the heart of a secluded forest, untouched by the modern world, there lay a village with secrets as old as the trees that surrounded it. The villagers whispered tales of an enigmatic songbird, one whose melodic tunes possessed the power to heal the ailing, mend the broken, and, according to some, even resurrect the dead.
By OtakuBox2 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Roman Laundry Secrets
In the bustling heart of Rome, nestled among the grandiose temples, bustling markets, and opulent villas, there was a place where secrets of a different kind were hidden, guarded, and passed down through the ages. This place was not a shrine or a palace, but rather a humble laundry, a sanctuary for fabrics and a keeper of the most unconventional secrets in the world of clothing care.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Poltergeist
I do like these unofficial challenges that we all set ourselves here on Vocal and I have enjoyed writing this piece for Heather Hubler's challenge, although I don't think that it meets its criteria really. However, I started it and felt compelled to continue it to the bitter end and so, here it is. My feeling is that I would like to share it in the hope that it will be read. I certainly enjoyed writing it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction