Psychological

The Forest That Heard My Thoughts
They say the forest is alive, that trees whisper and winds carry secrets. I never believed that—until the day the forest began whispering back to me.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Key that Called
In the old white house with the chipped into walls that smelled of dust and mold peered a hallway darkened by time. Down the hallway and to the left sat a junky old drawer and in that junky old drawer sat a cold and tired key.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Gifted Helper
New tools need to learn obedience--and mercy. 🤖⚙️🤖🔧🤖🤖⚙️🤖🔧🤖🤖⚙️🤖🔧🤖🤖⚙️🤖🔧🤖🤖⚙️🤖🔧 Finally, the day that Serena Tan would be free from drudgery. Successful criminal lawyer John Tan could more than afford it--his law practice enabled him to pay for the robot maid in cash. They named it Serena Jr.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 months ago in Fiction
The Library of Forgotten Names
M Mehran It wasn’t on any map, nor marked by any sign. But if you ever lost something precious—so precious that the ache of it followed you like a shadow—you might find yourself wandering a narrow street one evening and stopping before a tall, ivy-covered building you had never noticed before.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The wallet felt foreign in Ellie's palm—thin leather worn smooth by countless hands, containing rectangular plastic cards and green paper bills that meant nothing to Amnity but everything to the world around them.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
You Have Five Minutes
**Author's note: One Missed Call (2008) was the first spooky/horror movie I remember watching while growing up. This story was inspired by that movie. I hope you enjoy this piece of fiction writing.**
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹5 months ago in Fiction
The Whooping Crane
Camille had grown up in the south, both feet sinking deep into the swamp’s soils, beneath curtains of cypress moss. Her dreams always felt sticky, as if the humidity could penetrate the veil of sleep, and she could never run far enough to escape the way her blood sang back to the cicadas in the summer.
By Aimee Van Arsdale5 months ago in Fiction
The Voice Behind the Mirror
The first time I heard the voice, I thought it was just my imagination. Mirrors have a way of playing tricks on tired minds, especially when the bathroom light flickers and shadows stretch across tiled walls. But the longer I stood there, toothbrush in hand, the more certain I became: the whisper wasn’t in my head. It was coming from the glass.
By Jack Nod5 months ago in Fiction
Her Lover in Shadows
The World Exist in This Room Mariya walked through the door and tossed her keys in the direction of the table. As the keys clattered to the floor just past their target, she dropped herself down into his favorite chair, still wearing the nursing scrubs the hospital had given her in the emergency room. Her legs slowly drew up into her chest and her body sank into the fabric as she curled the whole of it into the seat.
By Timothy A Rowland5 months ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
"It's so hot..." Ammy croaked, sprawled across the freshly polished wooden floor. A fan wheezed in the corner, rotating back and forth every few minutes, pushing nothing but dry, dusty air around the room. Usually the fan helped her survive the long summer days, but today it was useless.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The City of Almost
The City of Almost When Mira first moved to the city, she thought the locals were joking. “You’ll see them,” her landlord had said while handing her the brass key with its strange, crooked teeth. “Don’t stare too long. That’s the trick.”
By Timothy A Rowland5 months ago in Fiction
Understanding The Motive
The following confiscated letters, allowed for viewing here, were written between May 30th, 1983, and June 19th, 1983...
By Lamar Wiggins5 months ago in Fiction