Psychological

Project EVE: The Machine That Loved Me. AI-Generated.
By [Abdul Hadi] Dr. Adrian Cole had built machines all his life — machines that calculated, machines that predicted, machines that obeyed. But he had never built one that understood.
By Abdul Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
The Archivist's Room
Miriam Hale had learned to measure time by the way dust settled. It drifted through the shafts of desert light that crossed the library’s high windows, bright as river water at noon. In the stillness before opening, she walked the aisles, touching spines as if greeting neighbors. Forty years in this small-town library had taught her the weight of silence and the comfort of routine.
By Rick Allen3 months ago in Fiction
The Archives. Top Story - October 2025.
The Archives Walking to her post she noticed her manager shuffling through papers. “What’s wrong?” She asked. The stern stare in her manager’s eyes made her forget she showed interest. Her boss has always been a hardcore man, when he walked you can tell he was going somewhere important. When he talked you can tell he meant business. He was always dressed and had a significant amount of respect throughout the company. He was mean but in the right way, a way that earned him the title of boss. Lately, she has noticed this has been disorganized, and she strolled in today to see what was going on, his desk was messy, he didn’t smile like his usual self, and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in weeks.
By Charelle Landers3 months ago in Fiction
Coffee, Leaves, and Wagging Tails
Most mornings, he grabbed his cup of coffee and disappeared into his office for another morning of clacking away while listening to the podcast fitting the moment.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
The Child Who Spoke to the Moon Every Night
Every night, after the world had gone quiet and the house was asleep, Elara would climb onto the old chair by her window. She would press her forehead against the cool glass and look up. Her friend was always there.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The first time Aira saw him, he was standing under an old oak tree in the university courtyard, drawing how the sunlight moved through the leaves.
By Miss Maryam3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (7). Content Warning.
Chapter 7: “And here I thought I couldn’t get you to scream that loud again.” My brain can’t process what I’m seeing, who’s fucking sitting right in front of me at the same table. A very much alive Sly, and the most demonic smirk he’s ever flashed my way, vampire fangs and all. “Hey little psycho, do I get that hug now?”
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (6). Content Warning.
Chapter 6: I don’t exactly remember what conspired after I fell into the arms of Officer Stanton, everything kind of going blurry and dark for a beat; my head pounding with a bigger headache as I think I blacked out. But before I knew it, I was at the police station, drowning in an extra-large sized LAPD Academy sweater with an ice pack, handcuffed to the desk and being interrogated for yet another murder I didn’t…fucking…commit!
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Two Steps: One Moment, One Mistake, and a Lifetime of Lessons
Love, pride, and a single moment of misunderstanding — sometimes, that’s all it takes to change a life forever. Two Steps by Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi is a heart-touching tale that explores the delicate threads of human relationships, showing how one small mistake can ripple across a lifetime. With vivid characters and deeply relatable emotions, this story reminds us that love, empathy, and humility are the pillars of meaningful connections. Every choice, every word, and every silence matters, and Qasmi captures these subtle truths in a way that leaves readers both moved and reflective.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Diminishing
I have long suspected there exists thresholds not fashioned by human hands—passages that wait with the poise of something ancient and expectant. What I found was not a hallway but an omen disguised as one. At first, I thought myself lost, or dreaming, yet reason bent beneath what I saw. Whatever force guided me—vision or damnation—led me to a corridor secreted within the ordinary world like a thorn beneath velvet.
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Fiction
The Voice in the Static
It was quiet, too quiet for the middle of a warehouse parking lot. Kareem adjusted the old two-way radio on the security booth desk. The hum of the fluorescent light overhead was steady, almost soothing, but the static on the line crackled sharply in the silence.
By Kismat M3 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Soul: Urdu Stories That Awaken the Heart
Urdu literature is a garden of emotions — filled with fragrance, sorrow, love, and reflection. Every story carries a heartbeat, a hidden lesson, and a whisper from the soul. These timeless tales are not just about characters; they are about life itself — about forgiveness, honesty, sacrifice, and kindness. They awaken something deep within us and remind us that to be human is to feel, to care, and to grow.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction