Psychological
Fortunes and Frivolities
In the opulent corridors of high society, where wealth and prestige reign supreme, lies a world filled with intrigue, glamour, and hidden depths. Behind the facade of extravagant parties and lavish lifestyles, there are stories waiting to be told—stories of love and loss, ambition and betrayal, and the timeless quest for meaning and connection. Join us as we journey into the captivating world of high society and uncover the untold tales that lie beneath the surface.
Mayowa timilehinPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionWaiting for the Ice
This story comes with a Dharrsheena warning I sit and I wait. White bear is with me. He sits and waits too. He is hungry like me. I keep my distance as he would tear me apart in a heartbeat, crush me in his jaws like the furry meat morsel I am to him. Sometimes, I forget and he moves and I dash away, using what little energy I have left.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionTemporary Girlfriend
Jack shuffled through the crowded hallway of Edison High, the weight of a thousand unspoken anxieties pressing down on him. Valentine's Day loomed like a storm cloud, and the annual dance, a supposed celebration of love, filled him with dread. Jack, a self-proclaimed introvert who preferred the company of ancient texts to teenage flirtation, felt utterly out of his element.
Afrizal AjiPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionBetrayal
"I don't think I'm ready to be a Father." His voice was steady, practiced, and controlled, though his eyes filled with tears.
The Floors of My Mind
Too many people in an area designed only for a few. As a ball-like feeling claws its way up my throat, the skin from my arms stick to parts of the torso where they meet in my sleeves. TEN. All of my senses are not getting along. My eyes are playing tricks where one must follow the other. I wish for a mask as I smell the cloud of perfume and body odor and wonder which is mine. I comfort myself by leaning against a corner that I know has been touched by many other's backends. NINE. I can hear the clicks from a nearby phone, a sniffle, a nervous tap of a shoe, and a huff and puff... Oh lord, please blow this down! If I could hear smiles, the silence would be one of concern. EIGHT. There it is... the ball has found its way to the top of my esophagus waiting to be forced right back down, just to fight yet again for a view. SEVEN. How the living nightmare are we not there?! How can a single minute feel like so much more?! SIX. My fingers find their way to the back of my shoulders where they uneasily meet my tense neck. My chiropractor has jokingly said, "If you get any more knots, they'll never get untied." I did not believe it was all that amusing. FIVE.
Ashley WrigleyPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionUnfriended to Life
You will seldom browse Facebook when your work's unfinished...You will focus only on the bullshit job that you won't try to understand except for the times when you will encounter quandaries and problems that you won't be able to solve even if you were to ask someone for help.
ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionVoices
“You better get up, Timothy,” his mom shouted as she knocked on the outside of his locked bedroom door. “You’re going to be late for school.”
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionA Lifetime in Sixty Seconds
As I approach the stage I wonder what the heck I am going to say in one minute to a audience of young people that will even matter. Ah, what the heck, I'll just fly by the seat of my pants like I always do.
Pamela Walsh-HoltePublished about 12 hours ago in FictionThe Man Who Turned Into a Monster
There was once a man who turned into a monster. It started as a good idea, and he convinced himself it was necessary for survival. He lived in paradise but didn’t see it that way. To him, the world was merciless and cruel to anyone not properly equipped and prepared.
Victor EavesPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionStreet Boys
Ouch, that burns! Drop it, man. That's hot. Nice. Now look what you've made me do. I got coffee all over myself. Course it burns, you dumb ass. It's coffee.
Christy MunsonPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction- Top Story - May 2024
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
Oneg In The ArcticPublished about 19 hours ago in Fiction The absolution of Zachary Starks.
Four pairs of resentful eyes meet mine, not knowing what to do with themselves for one, excruciatingly long minute. I gulp a mix of air and saliva. My eyelids switch to acceleration mode; blinking uncontrollably, just the way they do every time adversity pays me a visit.
Lamar WigginsPublished about 21 hours ago in Fiction