Psychological
Electrocuted At Dawn ⚡
Dear Administrator of Hell, You are the one I would have preferred to murder, but your daughter worked in a pinch. I don't know if I should have brought Audra into this tragedy or not. I admit that. But she had your DNA, so she couldn't have been totally innocent.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡4 months ago in Fiction
The Hourglass of Pismo
The hourglass floated in the middle of the tide. Its upper chamber held the profile of a boy no older than ten, face tilted to the sky, light in his eyes, seafoam in his hair. The lower chamber cradled an older man, worn by years, face softened by the erosion of time, yet still holding a trace of the boy's wonder.
By Tony Martello4 months ago in Fiction
The Room My Father Told Me Never to Enter
Growing up, there was always one rule in my house: “Never open the door at the end of the hallway.” My father was strict about it. He never explained why, just repeated it with a tone that left no room for questions.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Fiction
Sophie's Choice
I wander the halls often. Patrolling, passing by the darkest part of the house. The attic looms there—locked, sealed, and silent. No one goes near it anymore. The Board forbids anyone from stepping within six feet of the door. Only the dead are permitted access.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Long-Shanks. Top Story - October 2025.
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray4 months ago in Fiction
The Lights in Their Eyes
*Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk* The knock on the door made Dylan jump. Not many things scared him, but he wasn't used to visitors. He popped the thick plastic lid closed on his toy box and threw his blanket over the top before meandering over to the door and swinging it open. "What do you want?" he asked the man standing on the porch.
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Fiction
Thin Line. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
TBL Fingers with dirty nails shook as they struggled to tie bloody boot laces. Officer Perty was unsure of how his boots had come untied in the interaction. Blue and red light flashed around him, and he felt dizzy, sick, inhuman. ‘What have I done?’, he asked himself as he stood and looked at the body, the very small body of the man—boy that he’d just shot. Blood pooled around the body slowly, shining in the moonlight, reflections of the red and blue lights danced on the liquid. There was a buzzing in Perty’s ears, a low hum of blood pulsing through his own veins. His head was spinning with a deep pain, and his whole body vibrated with anxiety. Someone slapped his shoulder.
By Raine Fielder4 months ago in Fiction
The Boy and the Camel
The desert stretched endlessly under the golden sun shimmering like a sea of fire. From afar it looked lifeless but anyone who lived in its embrace knew that the desert had its own soul. It whispered through the wind roared through the sandstorms and carried the footprints of countless travelers who had crossed it over centuries.
By Article Writing Master4 months ago in Fiction
