Psychological

I Fell in Love with My Patient’s Voice
I Fell in Love with My Patient’s Voice When Daniel first walked—or rather, limped—into my therapy room, silence followed him like a shadow. His throat was wrapped in a pale bandage that peeked above his collar, and his eyes were tired, the kind of tired that comes from fighting the pain of being unseen and unheard.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
Through a Cat’s Eyes By Black Cat
I. Rainy Nights I sit at the window’s edge, watching lamplight cast the man’s shadow long and uneven across the wall. That same light lifts his round face from darkness — something pensive there, something still.
By Dylan Nguyen4 months ago in Fiction
What is a funeral, really?
One night at the funeral home on my way leaving work I thought I heard a noise coming from the embalming room. I was the only one there. I stood there at the front door wondering should I check it out. Then I thought it was nothing, but I heard creaking coming from that direction. I went down the hall I could feel goosebumps and began to shiver. It was me coming out the door for I never knew when to finish work and I died working and now forever checking and rechecking making sure that things are done. Help!
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Fiction
No One Wants a Sad Girl
At the end of your teen years, being sad makes you hot. Everyone sings about it and how it gives your character depth. Yet, when you're closer to thirty, it is no longer appealing. Staying constantly in a circle of victimisation and self-pity no longer gets you the complicated male protagonist that seems cool in your story.
By Sana B. Writes4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
After He Was Gone
After he was gone, after the casket was buried and everyone had gone home, Lyra sat in the haunting silence of the graveyard. Everyone had moved on with their lives, but she stayed right there. Her body was too heavy to move. Once upon a time, it was Dad and Lyra, together against the world. Now it would just be Lyra.
By Elly Mar4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice by [The Davids] . AI-Generated.
When Daniel wakes up to a message claiming he died yesterday, he’s thrust into a single day where time, guilt, and fate all fold in on themselves. Can he fix the one mistake that destroyed everything — or is the cost of redemption one life too many? Let’s find out .
By The Davids4 months ago in Fiction
The Ink of Fate. AI-Generated.
The sun hung low over the crooked trail that wound up the side of Mount Aster, its orange glow spilling over the sharp rocks and whispering pines. On a small ledge halfway up stood a wooden stall, barely held together by rusted nails and hope.
By Ghanni malik4 months ago in Fiction
Last Bus
Rain falls. The plaza shines under sodium lamps, and the air smells like wet metal as I hurry toward the idling bus whose display stutters, then holds on one word: LAST.
By Milan Milic4 months ago in Fiction
The Star That Disappeared — A Story About Choices and Redemption. AI-Generated.
The Star That Disappeared — A Story About Choices and Redemption There was once a boy whose laughter could light up even the darkest nights. His name was Adam, and among his friends, he was known as the star. Not because he was perfect, but because his spirit shone brighter than anyone else’s. He dreamed big, helped everyone, and believed that every choice could shape a better future.
By Sultan Alkhyeli4 months ago in Fiction
What Charlie Said
Standing before the entry point to the past, I knew Charlie was right. She always was. Staring at the plain white door at the end of the long doorway, there was a sense of eerie foreboding in the air, that I could taste like acridity on my tongue. It felt as I imagine it felt for Danny in The Shining when he sees blood flow down the corridor of the Overlook towards him. There was no blood. My overactive imagination was firmly kept in check.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Fiction
Contingency Plan
The world plunged into darkness. But the Beaufords managed to keep the lights on. They didn’t venture outside. They didn’t need to. They had each other and they had their supplies to ride out the catastrophe that had enveloped the world.
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Fiction