Psychological

‘affle House
Welcome to our awful house It used to be beautiful Now we have to fight the ROUS In this camouflaged chaos Cockroaches and syrup for dinner
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
The Steele Pursuit
In the heart of bustling New York City, under the glow of neon lights and amidst the ceaseless hum of the metropolis, stood Detective Isabella Steele. With her striking blonde hair and a slender, graceful figure, she was an enigmatic force in the gritty world of crime, like her Dad who was in his time a prolific police officer before he was killed in a shootout, she had vowed to do all it takes to be an honest officer and a fighter of crime, he thought her to be resilient and bold in the face of adversities. And this she upholds no matter the situation.
By Larry Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
The Skaft Sprunga Hotel
My name’s Jimmy Stark, and I like to work. Except today. I was working at Skaft Sprunga Hotel, and usually I was checking guests in to their rooms and telling the bellhop where to bring their luggage. but instead of packaging goods like the others, I was hanging out with someone. It was a girl who I thought was cool, someone special. She had Asperger's, just like me, and we were both working at the hotel together.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Time is a Dangerous Thing
Time, too much of it, is a dangerous thing. Megan mulled this over as she started to notice a few things. Peripheral things. Things that she otherwise would have completely ignored back when she was too busy.
By L Mincola2 years ago in Fiction
Scary cabin in the woods
【 Cabin 】 This is a bit of an urban legend nature, I was chatting with friends on the Internet to collect, the story happened time and the identity of the protagonist are unknown, true and false difficult to verify, everyone listen to it.
By iron man.K！2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers into Madness . Content Warning.
The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, yet its warm glow brought little comfort. Another sleepless night had left my mind clouded as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I knew what waited for me beyond these walls—the piercing stares, hushed whispers that followed wherever I walked. Like ghosts they haunted me, echoing fragments of conversations I wasn't meant to hear.
By Atugwu Racheal2 years ago in Fiction
I see you're interested in the darkness
In impenetrably black coffee the star caught fire. It was probably the night sky after all, but at that moment it didn't matter to him. At that moment, not much mattered at all.
By Vika Koicheva2 years ago in Fiction
The Heart's Eclipse
I. The Prelude In the quiet and charming town of Willow brook, settled between moving slants and an immaculate stream, there was a nature of assumption that hadn't been felt in a very long time. The heavenly sky planned to fake it — a total sun fueled dark, an unprecedented and shocking event that had been absent from the town's skies for more than a significant stretch. The entire town murmured with energy as they sorted out for the presentation that would after a short time ease their skies.
By aMc2 years ago in Fiction
The Hike. Top Story - September 2023.
The morning sun painted the sky with inviting hues of pink and gold as he pulled into a little dirt lot on the side of a gravel road. He had been looking forward to getting away all week, and after a moderate amount of online research he landed on this trail, about 90 minutes outside the city. The trail promised a sense of tranquility that he yearned for, and was lacking, in his busier life near the city life. Now that he was parked in the, he took in his surroundings, along with deep satisfying breaths full of all-natural, organic air. He laced up his new shoes, which were technically meant for “trail running,” but that he mostly used for leisurely hikes like this one. The sun was warm and the sweat was already beginning to mingle with his banana-scented sunscreen. He noticed that his car was the only one in the lot except for an old beat up pickup truck that looked more permanently abandoned there than waiting for its owners to arrive later that day.
By NJ Reed2 years ago in Fiction
Guilty. Content Warning.
The essence of it is the same but I can see that it is different. The curtains in the front room, for starters. We had a more sedate check pattern and I can see that these are some sort of modern floral, or maybe, Cath Kidston? Either way, they are cheerful and light. And the front door is one of those PVC affairs with the mock grain, that try to look like wood up close. A cheerful blue. Looks smarter and will need less maintenance but, in my opinion, appears false in the context of the Victorian terrace for which it is the mouthpiece. The garden at the front looks good. They've used it to grow their own produce so it's alive. Beans clambering up stakes with dots of red and the yellow blooms of courgettes. There's a nice feel to the place. Mind you, when we lived there, it wasn't lacking care. To all outward appearances, it looked a happy home. And I thought it was but now, having moved out, I keep wondering if it ever was.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Lost In Time
‘Do you fancy a cuppa, love?’ Dick asked, slowly pushing himself to his feet. ‘Oh, go on then,’ sighed his wife as she placed her knitting needles down for the first time in two hours, ‘if you’re popping the kettle on anyway.’
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
A life of fear
In a small, serene village nestled between rolling hills and a calm, babbling brook, there lived a young woman named Lily. Lily was known throughout the village for her kind heart and gentle spirit, but she carried a heavy burden that few knew about—crippling anxiety.
By TEDDY PLANET2 years ago in Fiction