Psychological

My Inner Forgotten Fortress
“The Walls I Chose” Are mine to inhabit I built these walls from silence, stone by stone of unmet need * I meant not to punish, but maybe
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Fiction
When Everything Beeps. Content Warning.
When he walked through the door, there was a beep. It didn't bother him; maybe it was a security thing. He came in and put the television on, but before it came on, it beeped. Each time he changed a channel, it beeped. This was beginning to grate a little.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA12 months ago in Fiction
92 First Avenue. Top Story - December 2025.
I walked slowly to the house that I had grown up in, and I noticed how it had changed in appearance from my childhood. I eyed the three concrete steps that connected to the sidewalk, that went up across the yard to the front porch. I hesitated, I don’t even know why, but it was an end of an era I suppose.
By Susan Payton12 months ago in Fiction
The Arcade
We could hardly wait – it was going to be so awesome. Dale’s grandpa finally bent and gave us that loan we’ve been struggling to secure for over a year. He said if the place fails, Dale can just write it out of his inheritance, call it quits, come to his senses and get back to his calling as his brother’s farmhand on the family ranch.
By jl wood12 months ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Him. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
“I took my gun and vanished...” - The Partisan, as sung by Leonard Cohen -0- Dear mom, I’m sorry that you have to hear about my going in any way but from my own lips. If I had waited to tell you, if I had waited until you awoke, you might have talked me out of it. Talked some sense into my damned fool head, made me stay at home. Stay where I would be warm and safe and fed.
By Alexander McEvoy12 months ago in Fiction
Sacred
Strip by strip. One and another. Time after time. Sunrise. Sunset. Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn. All things in their time.
By Alexander McEvoy12 months ago in Fiction
Day 5: Bluemoon Lit Caper
I knew this would happen. Normally, the poison named My Inclusion takes longer to show warning signs. If I can remain on par the course through their retelling of my symptoms from a night of "sleep," the next level of obstacles won’t hit so hard so fast. The roar is brewing beneath the volcano’s lid; the medication will have faded by now, whatever has been waiting to flood my vision is on its way. Testing each other...sure, okay. Maybe I should've force-filled stolen medical records they weirdly had with a prophecy with killer stats, but as doctors suggested, pretending it’s not there is worse as a stressor than communing in the meantime. Guess there's no need to relish. Fighting to ignore childhood bias, home training might be easier with these lunatics at the helm. Don’t get me wrong. No semi-competent crew could hold down one bitchen fort like this. These aren’t dizzy dames and loose cannons playing religion. They’re tough customers. (Explanation for the period in the addition.) Yet, what they expect to happen—what Cornman Ron is spooked about seeing for whatever reason, is loony with a capital LUNE.
By Willem Indigo12 months ago in Fiction
The Godfather Sequel Tells Two Stories that Lead to a Tragic Conclusion
The Godfather 2 wasn't exactly the most exciting movie for me. This movie was way too slow for me, and while I did enjoy the message it was trying to portray, I don't think I would watch this movie over and over. However, I did like how original the film was when it came to the way it was telling two stories at the same time, comparing both journeys into the Mafia world.
By Emy Quinn12 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Repaired Sunsets. AI-Generated.
Every evening at precisely 6:21 p.m., the sky above Old Harbour performed the same tired ritual. The sun dipped low, the clouds gathered in a half-hearted formation, and the horizon glowed in a colour that looked incomplete—like an artist who left the canvas unfinished and simply walked away.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Fiction
Remediation Required. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
My hangover throbs behind my eyes, and my breath tastes sour. I take a swig of water and collapse on the couch, craving rest and relief. As soon as my eyes close, time and space melt away, and I am falling.
By Aubrey Rebecca12 months ago in Fiction
A Golinda and Gallopatrot Adventure to The Q Garden
Kat had a new addiction. She read the news. She accepted that partial truth and mistruths have been part of reality for eons. Dark elements that permeate the universe also permeate society, the body, cells and thoughts. Resentment for not being taught more of how to live in this world, where darkness is more abundant than light, does little to help when desperation sets in. Kat was motivated to tap into wisdom from the past.
By Katherine D. Graham12 months ago in Fiction
A Christmas Glitch. Top Story - December 2025.
The twins were dead. Our hero knew it, and you may imagine that a little something in him unclenched when he saw the news on his screen. Now, at last, he was truly free of them, and the knowledge was like a sigh. Were he a balloon animal, one segment of his torso (or his neck, or one intestinal-esque limb) would have gently unscrewed itself. His heart and lungs lost a little creak that he didn't even know he'd been carrying.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction