Psychological
One glimpse that unravels everything
I should never have looked. But the keyhole was there — a perfect circle of darkness punched through old brass — and behind it: light, movement, the hush of whispers that did not belong to me. I put my eye to it, because curiosity is just hunger with better manners, and because the house had been kind to me so far: no creaks that weren’t friendly, no shadows that didn’t behave.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Fiction
The Night Market That Sells Lost Time
My phone died at 12:01 a.m., and with it went the last excuse not to think. I ducked behind the noodle shop to escape the sideways rain, and the alley stretched longer than it had any right to—neon dragging itself across puddles like spilled paint. A velvet curtain rippled where a brick wall should be. When I pushed through, warm light and citrus air slipped over me like someone else’s coat.
By Atif khurshaid5 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Baron Von Greed was waiting for them. Cogsworth had expected pursuit, searches, perhaps even mechanical hounds sent to track him through the city's steam-filled streets. He had not expected to find the Baron standing calmly in his carnival quarters, examining the maintenance tools with the casual interest of a man appraising property.
By Shane D. Spear5 months ago in Fiction
A Knock At The Door . Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
For a while now, it had knocked at my door. Asking for its room key. But I couldn't see its name on the list. As far as I knew, it hadn't rented out a room before. So, I sent it on its way. Told it to try the hotel down the street. I'd heard lots of its friends had stayed there for a night or two.
By Sarah O'Grady5 months ago in Fiction
The Finale : Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
The Finale Chapter 1 Alistair froze, his hand still raised, the rock still in his grip. The whisper was not in his ears, but in his mind, clear as day. It was the voice of a woman, a profound sadness clinging to every word.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Fiction
Blaze. Top Story - September 2025.
“Mom, wake up. Mom! Quick, look! That’s Brandon, right?” “Where?!” Mrs. Lockwood sat upright and groggily looked around at all the passersby. Then she looked in the direction Scarlett was pointing. It indeed was him! It was her Brandon!
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran5 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow Door
Prologue: The Knock The first knock was so soft Mara thought she had imagined it, a trick of the storm or the restless old bones of the house. She set her book aside, fingers pressed flat on the cover a moment longer than necessary, as though the weight of her hand could anchor her.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Fiction
