Psychological
Little Lamb. Content Warning.
The priest smiles at the sea of Sunday School students, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose. The children range in age from 5 years old to 10 years old. After a brief pause, Father Jacob begins his introduction.
By Roman Haleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Letter in the Drawer
Emma never thought love would come quietly. She used to imagine it would be loud, like fireworks, or at least dramatic enough to sweep her off her feet. But the evening she met Daniel, there were no fireworks. Just a bookstore, the smell of old paper, and a stranger with kind eyes who asked if she had ever read the novel he was holding.
By Mahboob Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Council of Shadows met in the hollow of an ancient oak tree so massive that its interior could house a dozen people comfortably. Amnity had been here only twice before—once when she'd first been recognized as a healer worthy of official notice, and once when she'd requested permission to gather rare ingredients from the protected groves. Both times, the experience had left her feeling small and overwhelmed by the weight of tradition and authority that seemed to seep from the very walls.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts. Top Story - September 2025.
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts (humans), Halloween season is upon us, and as usual, many of you fools will venture upon Ouija encounters. While my comrades and I have no objections, due to last season's hike in spirit board related fatalities, we decided to put our thirst for naive souls aside momentarily and issue a one-time set of guidelines, outlining specific dos and don'ts, followed by a non-exhaustive list of repercussions for adamant opposers.
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Fiction
Four Feet High
The problem with edibles is that you never know how strong they are. Not enough and it’s like a waste of an evening; too much and you zonk out. But I hit the sweet spot; my mind is like clear. I can hear everything. Right there, that’s the water heater kicking on. Oh, and listen, there’s a bird outside. That’s nature, man, nature. See how the world fits together. There is no reality, there’s no fantasy, there’s only one big, beautiful universe. We are all connected. Yep, these edibles are potent.
By Steve Lanceabout a year ago in Fiction
The Drawer with the Key
The key was in the kitchen drawer, the one that always stuck. I had to tug the handle twice, then slide a butter knife along the side to unjam whatever invisible thing had folded itself into the track. A paperclip, a dried pea, a decade. The key lay in the back, where it had lain the last time I lived in this house, on a ring with two others that fit locks nobody used anymore.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Fiction
Faithful
“Bang, bang, bang” woke me from my deep slumber. It wasn’t a polite knock. It was thunderous – like someone was trying to alert me of a fire. I looked at the clock. 3:16. I usually woke up around 6:00. No smoke. I rolled over, thinking I could get some more sleep, but the pounding resumed, this time even more incessant – louder and faster.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Fiction
