Psychological

bloom in darkness. Content Warning.
PRESENT DAY Dr. Rowan’s Office I sit on the old but new looking chair He sits across the room from me. We sit in silence.
By Skippie Petrova3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (9). Content Warning.
Chapter 9: “Oh, I get it. You don’t actually care what happened, you just want to get me to confess to a crime I didn’t commit so you can look like a hero for wrapping things up so nicely. Am I warm?” I find my voice, snipping back at him.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Letters from Nova — The Last Echo of Time. AI-Generated.
Letter I — The First Spark My dearest Alaric, I remember the first moment our eyes met — the world stood still. You didn’t notice it, but the rain outside froze midair. I felt the seconds hesitate, waiting for you to breathe again. That’s when I realized — you weren’t just a man who fixed clocks. You were a man who made time feel.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
Cold Tea
I make tea when my hands need tasks. Kettle, bag, pour, wait—easy choreography for a brain that sprints indoors. The mug—chipped rim, familiar weight.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
The room That Knows Your Name:. AI-Generated.
The house become quiet whilst Daniel moved in, too quiet for an area that had stood for nearly a century. Its partitions carried the faint smell of dust and forgotten lives, however he liked the solitude. After years of chaos, he desired silence.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Canyon. AI-Generated.
Evelyn Hart tightened her jacket against the biting wind as she stared into the canyon below. The rocks stretched in jagged formations, shadows shifting with the last light of the day. She and her two companions, Marcus and Lila, had planned a short hike, but now the trail ahead looked like a labyrinth carved by time and wind. The sky was turning a bruised purple, and the air smelled of dust, wet stone, and something faintly metallic.
By William Ebden.3 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse That Blinked Back
The first time the lighthouse blinked back, Elias thought he was losing his mind. He stood at the edge of the pier, coat flapping wildly in the cold wind, staring across the black water. The beam of light swept across the sea, paused, and then, impossibly, flashed twice in quick succession, as if winking. The pattern repeated, steady and deliberate. Elias’s heart thudded. Lighthouses didn’t blink back. They warned ships, not lonely men.
By Wahdat Rauf3 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Arrived After My Death
When Liam’s phone buzzed at 3:17 a.m., he thought it was just another spam notification. He almost ignored it—until he noticed the sender’s name glowing in the dark:
By Muhammad Kashif 3 months ago in Fiction
The Photographer Who Couldn’t See Faces
The old man’s hand trembled as he rested the pen above the pristine white page. The studio was silent except for the occasional scratch of graphite on paper, a sound that seemed louder in the stillness of the room. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting a shiver pass through him. Memories of faces, faces he had captured for decades, now hovered just beyond the reach of his vision, blurred and distorted, as if the world itself had grown shy.
By Wahdat Rauf3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
When Anna came the clock in the platform had struck eleven. It was now the evening before midnight and the station was almost deserted--only a janitor sweeping the floor covered with tiles, and a man sleeping on a bench. The cold made her breath cloudy as she stood looking down the tracks and their lines of silver becoming lost in the fog.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
Study Hall
Study hall was a period in our school days that was meant for studying, but who really studied. Yes, you may have crammed for a test or completed an assignment. But actually, if you really think of what was really accomplished during these periods. Nothing really, but a lot of us maybe took short naps, read a book that we wanted to read and some even worked on various projects not related to school while a teacher proctored this time to make sure, we were present physically if not mentally. Shh, this is study hall now study. Yeah, right really.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (8). Content Warning.
Chapter 8: “We don’t have all night Quinn” Stanton says with a sickly-sweet smile, her words edging on annoyed as she prepares to take pertinent notes for later review.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction