Psychological
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Hole looked exactly the same as it always had—cluttered, chaotic, and filled with treasures from a dozen different worlds. But as Ellie stood in the doorway, taking in the familiar chaos with new eyes, she began to see patterns she'd never noticed before.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Fiction
Maurice Needs a Vacation. Top Story - September 2025.
The knock at the front door came in four evenly spaced out, but equally distinct, thumps. “No,” said Maurice from the kitchen table. He spooned another bite of Captain Crunch into his mouth and chewed loudly.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Fiction
Ditched and Cleaned
In the morning after the botched romantic night, while getting ready to go to work, Brad said to Emily, “Babe, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I should have told you about the allergy. I just thought that since it’s so rare and I never buy anything with rosehip I didn’t really need to.”
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Do I suck at general knowledge?
Everything around me is changing all the time. Technically everything changes all the time anyway. I’ve always heard that as you get older that it’s difficult to keep up with the current generation, especially in this modern fast-paced world. But this feels different. I keep coming across pieces of information that I never knew about. Not like finding out a celebrity has died a week after everyone else. I’m constantly questioning facts I thought I knew all my life.
By Ameena Desaiabout a year ago in Fiction
You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him discover it in himself. Galileo
Warning: Information compiled herein is a fictional work of imagination, based on selected historical and scientific facts that may have merit but are not necessarily reflective of any Druidic or religious practises.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Innings
There is a cricket ground in our village that looks empty now, though it is never truly silent. If you stand on its edge in the late afternoon, when the sun begins to drown itself in the horizon, you can almost hear echoes of the past—the crack of the bat, the laughter of boys, the urgent shouts of fielders chasing a red tennis ball across the dusty earth.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Fiction
Fractured Reflections. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge. Content Warning.
Bowel movement, shower, dressed for the day ahead. Toast, marmalade, of course. Coffee, black, indubitably. Doom scroll for ten minutes before grabbing my wallet and keys. Out the door to, out the driveway for 9.30. Plenty of time to get across town to my employers.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
