Psychological

A Shot in the Heart. Top Story - October 2025.
Chantilly took her slice of cake, along with a glass of milk, into the living room to eat while she watched the latest episode of her favorite daytime talk show. Settling onto the chintz-covered couch, she turned the TV on with the remote, switching the channels until she found the one she was searching for. Today was her first day of vacation, and even though Franklin had to work all week, she had every intention of enjoying it to the hilt.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)about a year ago in Fiction
For Better Or For Worse. Top Story - October 2025.
Eli pressed his eye to the keyhole. The hallway beyond was dim, lit by a single dying bulb that pulsed like it was taking its last breath. Eli had avoided this door for most of the time he’d lived here.
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
The chamber of the United Nations stood silent. Delegates from every corner of the globe filled the room, their expressions taut with unease. The air itself seemed to bend under the weight of anticipation. At the center, under the seal of the world, the man who had shattered it rose from his chair.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a year ago in Fiction
Siamese. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
Investigation into the death of Dr. Mia Navarro 1st Interview: Agent John Macnamara Three officials sit behind a glass wall, faces dimly lit, silhouettes more than people.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Fiction
Null Hypothesis . Winner in A Knock at the Door Challenge. Content Warning.
Boom! He stops— stops peeling his skin and lets his head swivel in the lonesome dark, towards the noise. It came from the varied wall, directly below the pale green dot. But the dot is still as always, it has always been there and it has never moved-- the dot is constant and eternal.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
It's Now 3:34
He will remember forever, it was exactly 3:34 When, out of nowhere, came a knock at the door One that rumbled the house and rattled him to his core
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Fiction
Ouija Knocks Back
The first night the board came out, the house was a jar with its lid twisted loose. We’d eaten cereal on the couch because Mom couldn’t bring herself to dirty a pan, then washed the bowls while our feet slid on the linoleum where the dishwasher had once dripped. Dad would have fixed the leak without YouTube, without a manual, just a wrench and that chuckle that warmed the kitchen more than steam. The month after the funeral, the maintenance man replaced the gasket and offered condolences like a coupon. The leak stopped, but the kitchen was still cold.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Heart's door.
Hearts are planted in soils of uncertainty....roses grow from arteries and veins sprout pencil sharp aches and pains in a profound amalgamation of jumbled, tumbling emotions.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Halloween Table
What do you suppose a Halloween table to look like? To me a Halloween table is one that kind of gives off a Gothic motif that is a dark Mahogany table maybe with a few tall candlesticks in the middle. Now picture cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and chandelier in the center of the room. There is a sense that one is not alone at this table for its set for two for pewter dishes. Who is expecting whom? Is it for a special trick or treater? At this time of year, one may not know for sure. Happy dining!?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Miss Me?
Hello, you abominable creature, I will not forgive, and I'll never forget. . Recall the night? The rain poured ruthlessly, and the wind gave no mercy. Yes, that very same.
By Cristal S.about a year ago in Fiction
Sights of Blackness
Waves crashed when Esther Posey saw the door. No one else populated that Rehoboth Beach, Delaware stretch of sand at this time early in the morning. The sun peeked over the land. The upright beckoned her. With sunkissed skin and a blue and gold sundress to match, she walked through the sand, sandals in hand. A growing sense of dread washed over her as she approached the door jamb. The door stood closed. She inspected the area. Nothing hindered her. Fingertips floated over the surface of the door. Smooth to the touch, she communed with the painted door.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Parental Fear
The Knock She sat restlessly on the couch staring blankly at the TV. Her daughter, at the mall with her friends, was 10 minutes late, and her son, at his friend’s house, was going on 5 minutes late already. She shifted between angry and scared with each second of the clock.
By Timothy A Rowlandabout a year ago in Fiction