Psychological
The Message That Never Left
Elena typed the words three times before erasing them. The first draft was too blunt. We’re done. Don’t call me again. The second too sentimental. I’ll always care for you, but this isn’t working. The third hovered somewhere in the middle, but still her thumb trembled above the glowing blue arrow on the screen.
By Timothy A Rowland5 months ago in Fiction
The Madness of the Fox. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge. Content Warning.
John Junius drives his creaky old Taurus down Jasper's bend, which is also called called County Road 15, according to his outdated GPS-- the one with the tinny British accent.
By Sam Spinelli5 months ago in Fiction
Nightmare
James lay silently in bed as his zen music played at a low soothing tone, the ionized air filter was at near full power and the hemp gummies he took were well on the way to working. All in all, he was fully relaxed sleeping soundly. Then the dream started. It was peaceful at first, a nice stroll through the park with some blonde haired beauty, they were holding hands smiling and laughing as they went along. Then there was shouting, yelling hitting, a knife cut between him and the girl then into the girl's chest with blood... lots of blood. The knife that cut her appeared in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around it. Then--.
By Timothy E Jones5 months ago in Fiction
Ghosted. Top Story - September 2025.
Tired from a long workday and late dinner with her teenage twins, Laura checked her Facebook account before bed. She was terrified that she almost forgot to wish her high school friend a happy birthday. Laura herself turned 45 several months earlier and was pleased to get all the FB Birthday wishes from so many people! She always tried to do the same for her friends. Thank God for Facebook reminders!
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Fiction
The Room on the Plans. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
The first time I saw the room, it was a photocopy at the city office, third floor, Planning and Development. Fluorescent lights buzzed like gnats. The clerk, a man in a loose tie and a loose understanding of urgency, slid the papers across the counter as if he were sending a raft down a lazy river.
By Aspen Noble5 months ago in Fiction
The weight of luggage
Sophie was sitting on a bench by the seaside. Although the sea was not one she recognised, the fresh breeze on her face felt good. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, just like she used to do in yoga class. The waves rolled in, not violent, not calm either, somewhere in between, carrying a rhythm that made her restless. Beside her, a man sat in silence with his hands folded neatly over his lap. It took her a moment to see him fully. Her father.
By Susan Fourtané 5 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Wind . Top Story - September 2025.
Sarcha was a shaman who was to lead her people to find food, water and safety. She was to use her skills, not in the tropical rainforest jungles, but to escape the concrete jungles that had now become one of the harshest environments to live in.
By Katherine D. Graham5 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets My Mother Kept
Alexander wasn't confused anymore. He had panicked at first trying to find the surface of the water. He floated in this space between spaces, where the water felt like silk against his skin and breathing came as naturally as it did on land. The darkness had given way to a soft, blue-green glow that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
