Psychological

Hidden Struggles
Once upon a time, in a little town, lived a man named Alex. Alex appeared to be the happiest guy you could meet on the outside. Always ready with a smile and a joke. But within, a tempest was raging.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
The Reappearance of Sir Edwin Cole Sr.
The Reappearance of Sir Edwin Cole Sr. Here, I found the late evening hours longing and raging on as the heat from the furnace was poetically cultivating heat from the fires it bore, a man gaining entry into the dorm that I was occupying. He seemingly had a vague expression cast upon his face as if nothing seemed to be the matter, and yet, here he was. I wondered up to the man, as I was in charge of admissions for the night and asked him if he was in need of assistance of any kind, then as if struck by some form of spell that he had been visible to, the man before me began to speak in a manner that was both provocative and highly unusual for the clientele that cater here.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Fear of the Unseen
In a quiet, picturesque town nestled among rolling hills and lush forests, lived a man named Samuel. Samuel was known for his unwavering courage and skepticism. He often said, "They say men can't be afraid of what they can't see. Then why is he afraid of ghosts? And if he is afraid of the unseen, then why is he not afraid of God?"
By Haris Kamran2 years ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Guilt
My madness had begun with the vulture-like eye of my housemate, an eye that haunted me day and night. Each day, I had grown more convinced that it was the eye that needed to be extinguished from this world, not its owner. And so, with the stealth of a shadow, I had carried out my malevolent plan.
By Ionut Drake2 years ago in Fiction
The Sovereign
As you, the bonehead, move toward the lofty position of the Ruler, you might be shocked by his nonappearance. The Sovereign doesn't sit around idly in a seat, no matter what the power attached to it. The Ruler is effectively stirring the tumult into design and request. He is twisted at the knee, ruining his pants. His sleeves are moved as far as possible up and his elbows are somewhere down in the brokenness of his Realm. He is the magic that binds everything, and he does it no sweat. He is the Sun energy, the trusted and recuperated divine manly. He makes each ladylike crease, however just has his eyes set on one moon, his darling Ruler.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Echoes of Love
In the city where time is gold, amidst the chaos and noise, Adrian, a struggling musician with a guitar and dreams of making it big, met Isabella, an aspiring writer with a heart full of poetry. Their road crossed one rainy evening in a dimly lit coffee shop.
By Ronna Donque2 years ago in Fiction
Fatal Melodies: The Deadly Secrets of Karaoke
Today, we'll look at three fascinating tales about people who went to forbidden locations despite being warned not to. Fair enough, one of these tales is more about a wrong action than a specific location, but we felt it was near enough to mention. Before we get started, let me just say that you've come to the perfect spot if you enjoy stories that are unusual, dark, and mysterious. We post a new narrative every week, and that is our area of expertise. If you're interested, please follow this strange ritual: eat one orange in front of the like button, gush about how delicious it is, and then present the like button your second imagined orange. Just be sure to keep quiet that it's actually the fruit of a strychnine tree and not an actual orange. Also, if you want to make sure you don't miss any of our weekly uploads, please think about subscribing to our channel and turning on all alerts.
By Hudhayfa Sizya2 years ago in Fiction
The Dog Days of Summer are Not Over
Author's preface: If you think you know where this story is going, I promise you do not. I urge you to give it a chance and stick with it all the way to the end. It is a bit of a long slog and may test your patience, but I think you will find it worth the effort. No matter how you feel about the ending I guarantee you will feel something.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Where Am I?. Content Warning.
Waking up in a cold sweat, I was trying to catch my breath and come to after having the most terrifying dream when I couldn't remember where I actually was. "Where am I?" I called out into the darkness that surrounded me. It was a good ten seconds, or so it felt, before my own echo responded. I'm sure I was in the comfort of my own bed when I fell asleep last night.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Wickedly Twisted
Deep in the Massachusetts woods, there is a sculpture of a dancer, poised in a twisted pose. It is a beautiful sunbathed landscape in shades of blues, lavenders and pale green, a heavenly sight just before dawn and as a prelude to the approaching dark of nights. A lake with the bluest water flows all around, where butterflies play and rare birds come to drink.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Key.
In a small coastal town called Serenity Cove, where the salt-kissed breeze whispered secrets to the waves, there lived a woman named Eleanor. She was known by everyone for her unwavering devotion to her late husband, Samuel, a sailor lost at sea many years ago. Eleanor's life had been marked by sorrow and solitude, her heart forever aching for the love she had lost.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.2 years ago in Fiction
Murder on Jack Pine
Monday 8:24 A.M | March 23rd, 2023 | Framingham, MA Lucas Spruce was entombed in an extremely old, yet incredibly healthy rhododendron, carefully pruning the deadwood, and cutting back any and all overgrown branches.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction