Psychological

The House Where Time Waited
Elena had always loved old houses. She said they had memories etched into their walls, that the floors whispered secrets if you walked barefoot long enough. So when the listing appeared—an abandoned Victorian on the edge of town, overgrown with ivy and sitting heavy under the shade of centuries-old oaks—she knew she had to see it.
By Aizaz Arshad4 months ago in Fiction
Sheltered
I could have been anywhere when I sat myself down here. The air around me is peaceful. The swirls of wind in the distance are like an ambience and I’m free from the everyday. It’s not loud or dramatic but it makes me jump from my skin. It means the end for me and I cannot take it anymore.
By Elizabeth Butler4 months ago in Fiction
Ditched and Sent Off
Brad took Serena’s box out of the gun safe and set it on the floor. He took her socks off and carefully adjusted her to fit the box. He then sat on the sofa and called the manufacturer’s phone number he found on his smartphone.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Fiction
Rocky Mountain Way
Introduction This is for Belle's "On This Street" Challenge which you can read about and take part in here: Rocky Mountain Way
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
When Man’s Companion Becomes the Government’s Spy
They watch from rooftops, utility poles, and abandoned towers—silent, patient, and unblinking. Crows congregate in tight formations, shifting positions without ever breaking focus. One departs, another immediately takes its place. To the casual observer, they are merely birds—but for those who know, they are far more than that. They report. They observe. They are the World Collective’s unseen eyes.
By Atiqbuddy4 months ago in Fiction
Tenant. Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Knock, knock. I came to. Unaware that I had even drifted off. Was that knock real or had I dreamed it? The rain played the evening’s soundtrack. Calm. The clock said twelve, but it always said that. It’d decided who it was.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 months ago in Fiction
To Be or Not To Be
Sometimes, life places us at a crossroads. One path appears easy but hollow inside, while the other looks difficult yet hides a new horizon at the end. Ali found himself standing at such a point in his life. In his mind, one question echoed again and again: “To be or not to be?”
By Atiqbuddy4 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Forgotten City
Echoes of a Forgotten City The city once glowed with culture, art, and the laughter of children. Its streets carried the footprints of generations, and its walls echoed with stories older than memory. But when the war came, the city that once sang was reduced to whispers of smoke and broken stone.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie hadn't planned on saying goodbye to anyone. The plan had been simple: prepare the mirrors, wait for Amnity to finish with the Council, and slip quietly into another world in search of answers about a past she couldn't remember. Clean, efficient, uncomplicated by sentiment or second thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Apartment with the Violet Door
Mara lifted her head from the cracked spine of the novel and blinked at the violet door across the hallway. It hadn’t been violet when she moved in two weeks ago. It had been the color of chalky bone, peeling at the corners, like all the other doors in this aging apartment complex on the edge of downtown. Now it glowed with a muted, rich shade of purple, as if it had been painted in the night by hands too quiet to be heard.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Fiction
Dust and Dreams
Zaryab had always felt a little different. Her mother used to say she was born with too much light in her eyes, as though her soul had stolen an extra spark from the stars before slipping into her body. At school, other children teased her for her strange habit of staring at the old tree outside their village—the great Dream Tree that bent its branches as if listening to the world. For generations, the villagers believed the Dream Tree held the weight of every person’s sleeping mind. Whenever someone died, a leaf curled in flame, turned to dust, and floated away on the wind.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Fiction
Interchangeable. Top Story - October 2025.
Instead of her usual dry red, Lara paced back and forth with a glass of whiskey in hand, impatiently waiting for the answer. There was no turning back now. So, she concentrated all of her charm, which usually worked like magic on other people, to convince herself that she was not a bad person. She needed to. The evidence–pointing its big, fat finger at her in the form of a text thread–stared back from her phone, judging her, making that job harder than she wanted to.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Fiction