Psychological

The Dream
Andrew didn't want to go to sleep again. He was already weirded out by the odd dreams he had been having lately. He thought about telling his friends and family, but he wasn't sure how they were going to feel about his dreams. He wasn't the kind of person who talked about stuff like that. It wasn't easy for him to share his feelings about certain subjects.
By Emy Quinn7 days ago in Fiction
Black Cats Bring Luck
She passed through the city square and headed up the hill, which appeared too steep for some, especially older adults. She didn’t mind a little more exercise than usual. Doctors recommended cardio training after all, so all the better.
By Moon Desert7 days ago in Fiction
THE QUIET RULE
(A family keeps one simple rule: never go into the basement after 9 p.m. But when something begins knocking from below - patient, deliberate, and alive - the real horror isn’t what’s waiting in the dark… it’s that everyone else has already accepted it.)
By Ajan Lori Abei8 days ago in Fiction
THE SIREN THAT NEVER STOPS
The siren began on a Tuesday at 9:17 a.m. It was a clean, mechanical sound; steady, mid-pitched, not urgent enough to demand panic but too present to ignore. It rose above the hum of traffic and threaded itself through open office windows, bakery doors, classroom vents.
By Ajan Lori Abei8 days ago in Fiction
THE SEVERED SOUL: THE WAR I WAGED AGAINST MYSELF
The mirror in my hallway doesn't show a reflection anymore; it shows a casualty of war. I stand there in the dimly lit apartment, staring at the glass, and I don't see a man. I see a jagged, bleeding fault line dividing what I am and what I could have been. On the dusty coffee table behind me sits that damned book. The black cover, the bold, blood-red letters: YOU VS YOU.
By Wellova 8 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
Every city has a last train. The one that runs just before midnight. The one that carries tired workers, students half asleep, and strangers who never look at each other.
By Salman Writes8 days ago in Fiction
The Island of Truth
On the remote island of Blackridge, silence was not empty—it was careful. The sea circled it like a boundary drawn by something unseen, and the people who lived there spoke with deliberate precision. Visitors rarely stayed long. Most left feeling uneasy, unable to explain why the air seemed heavier after a careless sentence.
By Waqid Ali 8 days ago in Fiction
Insulated From the World
I left for the coast with the deliberate intention of thinking about nothing. For six months, I had been living inside spreadsheets, conference calls, and the ambient anxiety of markets that refused to behave. My mind had become a clenched fist. I needed sun, salt air, and the mental equivalent of white noise. The resort promised exactly that—an insulated enclave on a turquoise edge of a warm sea. The brochures used the word “sanctuary.” Friends preferred “completely safe.” The website assured visitors that the property was buffered from the “regional complexities” affecting other parts of the country.
By Anthony Chan9 days ago in Fiction
Observed
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe 9 days ago in Fiction
The Magic Behind The Door
The house was dull and boring to look at, and its red brick grounds were worn out. The door and window frame looked like something out of an old book.
By Carol Ann Townend9 days ago in Fiction
The Men in Black
The Men in Black The first time I saw them I thought it was a joke. Two men in black suits perfectly pressed standing in the shadows of the streetlamp outside my apartment. I had never seen them before. No one had. And yet there they were waiting. Their eyes were flat too calm like they had seen everything and nothing at once.
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Fiction
The Worst Summer Ever
Dear Diary, March 13th, 7:30 a.m. Nothing could be worse than having to go to school when Spring Break is just around the corner. All these rumors going around school that we are going to be on eLearning for two weeks because of a global pandemic. I just don’t believe it. Not because I don’t believe that there is a global pandemic, because I do, but because it is just a silly rumor. What is the harm of it? Nothing can keep us from school or our friends. Can it?
By Lea Rue9 days ago in Fiction