Psychological

A Parable of the Storyteller
While understanding grows — the heart already knows. — Forgotten poet of a distant land Once upon a time, there lived a young man.
By Erian Lin Grant3 months ago in Fiction
Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Lives in the Wall
"Mommy?! Mommy, wake up!" Heidi groaned and rolled over toward the small voice, wishing her dream of mai-tais on the beach and hunky cabana boys could've lasted just a little longer. It took a few seconds for her bleary eyes to adjust in the dark. The second the frightened little boy standing at her bedside came into focus, she was wide awake.
By Natalie Gray3 months ago in Fiction
Across the Way. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I like to talk with you in my mind like you're here, even though you've been gone for seven months now. Oh, Paul! If only you had made a doctor's appointment like I asked, maybe... Oh well, none of that matters anymore.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Fiction
The big swim
Finding freedom within, for me, is akin to a fish getting its first big swim after being confined to a small tank for example. Experiencing that freshness, that natural current and joining the flow, almost as if it was always the case. ‘The shock could kill it’, some may say….
By Paula S.3 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Ninth Signal
The city that pulsed under neon lights, restless and alive. Steam hissing from subway grates, twisting in the glow of flickering advertisements like ghostly fingers. At 2:03 a.m., the Ninth Signal cracked across the network which was sharp, impossible, and undeniably present. Mara, who felt it before she heard it, a vibration that rattled her chest and settled into her bones. Her screen exploded into static, then stilled, revealing nothing but a black void..
By AFC3 months ago in Fiction
Rabid. Content Warning.
Father Thomas wakes from the nightmare and knows it was not a dream at all, because he is surrounded. There is the sound of flies buzzing, their nagging wings are drills and needles to his aching mind.
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Fiction
The House That Laughed Last
Chapter 1: The Moving Van The Jensen family had just moved into 13 Hawthorn Lane, a crooked, peeling house with a lawn that seemed allergic to life. Dad was excited, Mom was wary, and Timmy, nine and already plotting to become the neighborhood mischief legend was suspicious of everything. The first night, the creaks started. Not the normal “old house settling” creaks. These were rhythmic, like someone tiptoeing… in clown shoes. Timmy, armed with a flashlight and a bowl of cereal, tiptoed into the hallway. The beam landed on… nothing. The cereal bowl was gone. A tiny, giggling voice echoed from the kitchen:
By AFC3 months ago in Fiction
Blood Roses & Broken Vows. AI-Generated.
Aisha worked at a little flower shop near the docks. Her world was simple — petals, perfume, and prayers. She believed every wound healed with time, every heart rebuilt with love.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon That Chased the Sun
For eons, their dance was the clockwork of the universe. The Sun was a king of fierce, glorious light, painting the world in bold strokes of gold and blue. The Moon was his quiet queen, softening his harsh edges with her gentle silver, weaving dreams into the night. But they were never together. The cosmos, in its infinite wisdom, had decreed they must forever be apart, their love a constant, heartbreaking near-miss.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Some Things Should Not Be Seen
Laura put her eye to the keyhole. The room was dimly lit with only a small lamp. She could not make anything out. She was sure this was where the wailing had come from. She heard the floorboards creaking as someone walked across the room. A shadow passed the keyhole. She pulled her eye away.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Fiction