Psychological

Richie. Content Warning.
Selfish pride never allows anyone to know where I'm going when my world begs for precious silence. My way of dealing with issues may be a little skewed and I often keep things bottled up, but in the end, it's a way that works for me.
By Lamar Wiggins5 months ago in Fiction
the winning lost
Ha! Finally! I made it! The cheers of success, celebrations of accomplishment, rewards for endless nights.
By Aya D.5 months ago in Fiction
Almost Next To Be Murdered
Almost Next To Be Murdered He seemed ordinary. Harmless, even. The man in the flat upstairs smiled politely in the corridor, sometimes held the door for me. He never played music, never laughed, never had visitors. Just that low hum from his flat — a fridge, I thought, or maybe a fan. No one ever went inside. Not neighbours, not cleaners. No one.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Fiction
The View from Seven Miles Deep
My thirtieth birthday gift from my father, Gregory Power, was spectacular to say the least. A trip to Venice, my lifelong dream, and an even bigger promised surprise, so he says.
By Star Love Grey5 months ago in Fiction
Europe’s Scorching Summer
Introduction: A Summer Like No Other Europe is experiencing one of the hottest summers in recent history. From Spain to Germany, and from France to Italy, the continent is battling relentless heatwaves that have disrupted normal life. Temperatures soaring above 40°C are no longer rare — they are becoming the new normal. This article explores how heatwaves are reshaping daily life across Europe, the challenges they bring, and the steps people are taking to adapt.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Remembers
When I signed the lease for the small house on Maple Street, I thought I’d finally caught a stroke of luck. The rent was cheap, the neighborhood quiet, and the landlord seemed almost too eager to hand me the keys.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
Adam's Apple
Adam watched the Serpent trying to seduce Eve with a Forbidden Tree's apple. Eve rejected. Adam thought, "What if I eat it and learn everything like Father?"
By Lana V Lynx6 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Engine. AI-Generated.
Chapter I – The Awakening The laboratory was buried deep enough that no sound from the surface ever reached it. Still, when the Engine stirred, every corridor seemed to vibrate with an inaudible hum. Lights dimmed to a twilight glow, and the air grew heavy, as though the entire weight of the earth above had pressed inward.
By Ai.Pendrake6 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Saw The End
"Please!" I pushed the scream out with as much power as my lungs would allow. "I am begging you! Let me go!" I began banging with both fists as hard as I could against the walls. As the water trickled over the top of the glass box I was in, I could just barely make out the sound of his voice. "Stop damaging my product!" he growled. I was trapped. The entire box was slowly being lowered into an empty pool. The roof above was one giant showerhead. It was blasting water into the pool beneath it. It wouldn't take too long before the entire glass prison was submerged.
By Sara Wilson6 months ago in Fiction
The Woman at the Window
A New Apartment When Claire moved into her new apartment on the edge of the city, she thought the floor-to-ceiling windows would be her favorite feature. At night, she would sip tea, gaze at the skyline, and let the lights lull her into calm.
By Hassan Jan6 months ago in Fiction
Spider and Fly
It all started before lunch. Usually, when we had lunch at Cicero’s, our table would be waiting for us, our menus set on the table, and a little peace of mind for an hour and half would be available. From our office, the walk would be about ten minutes, even if I had to walk with her and take into consideration her slower gait.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Fiction
The Stillness Beyond the Window. AI-Generated.
The meadow was flawless. It unfolded in front of me like a painting come alive, every color sharp, every detail crystalline. The grass shimmered a hundred shades of green, wildflowers bloomed in pinks and yellows like carefully arranged brushstrokes, and the sky above melted from gold to blue so seamlessly it could have been poured from an artist’s hand.
By Alicia Lenea6 months ago in Fiction