Psychological
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The sun felt wrong on Ellie's skin, but wrong in a way that made her chest ache with something she couldn't name. It was harsher than Nova's gentle light, more direct, but there was something underneath that recognition that made her breath catch.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Spines. Content Warning.
Winnie leaned toward the mirror in her narrow bathroom, fastening the tag with her full name, Winslow Cooper, the letters too solemn for the face that studied them back. She pressed her collar flat, gathering her cardigan. Beyond the window the street waited, the hour of buses, bakery vans, stirrings of light. She swung her bag over her shoulder, locked the door, and stepped into the cold. The air nipped her cheeks and hurried her steps toward the library.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Three weeks into his academic life, Cogsworth had settled into a routine that gave him something approaching contentment. His classes fascinated him—particularly Advanced Mechanica and Aetheric Theory—and he had developed a genuine friendship with Sarah Chen, who seemed to appreciate his unique perspective on their studies without pressing him about his peculiarities.
By Shane D. Spear5 months ago in Fiction
THE FEAR
THE FEAR that has stopped people from getting success. The one thing that comes when you try to do something new and that's normal nothing to worry about. The feeling that stops us from moving one step forward. Most of us are just walking the path that has been already walked by many people so, we can clearly visualize how our life is going to be. It's just an stereotype that you should complete your high school, go to university and then get a job, get married, have children and now you have the responsibility of your child, you need to give them proper care, education and every sorts of thing and while fulfilling that you forget about yourself. Your dreams now no longer exist cause you got to feed your child.
By Shristi Pandit5 months ago in Fiction
The Architect of Light
The city of Veridia was a canvas of muted greys and faded browns. Once celebrated for its vibrant architecture and sprawling gardens, it now lay under a perpetual shroud of industrial haze, a monument to a forgotten future. Its people moved like shadows, their footsteps hushed, their eyes mirroring the desaturated landscape – vacant, resigned, utterly devoid of the spark that once defined humanity. A slow, insidious despair had seeped into every crack and crevice, silencing laughter, dimming aspirations, and ultimately, stealing colour from the world.
By Mehrdad Rajabi5 months ago in Fiction
Seven Dreams
I had the first dream on a rainy night in March. I was sitting inside a train, watching fields blur past the windows, when a stranger slid into the seat across from me. He had tired eyes, the kind that carried stories heavier than his shoulders could bear. We didn’t speak, but when the train jolted suddenly, his hand reached out and steadied mine. I woke up with the strange sense that he had been real.
By Moments & Memoirs5 months ago in Fiction
