Psychological

The Voice Behind the Mirror
The first time I heard the voice, I thought it was just my imagination. Mirrors have a way of playing tricks on tired minds, especially when the bathroom light flickers and shadows stretch across tiled walls. But the longer I stood there, toothbrush in hand, the more certain I became: the whisper wasn’t in my head. It was coming from the glass.
By Nomadabout a year ago in Fiction
Her Lover in Shadows
The World Exist in This Room Mariya walked through the door and tossed her keys in the direction of the table. As the keys clattered to the floor just past their target, she dropped herself down into his favorite chair, still wearing the nursing scrubs the hospital had given her in the emergency room. Her legs slowly drew up into her chest and her body sank into the fabric as she curled the whole of it into the seat.
By Timothy A Rowlandabout a year ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
"It's so hot..." Ammy croaked, sprawled across the freshly polished wooden floor. A fan wheezed in the corner, rotating back and forth every few minutes, pushing nothing but dry, dusty air around the room. Usually the fan helped her survive the long summer days, but today it was useless.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The City of Almost
The City of Almost When Mira first moved to the city, she thought the locals were joking. “You’ll see them,” her landlord had said while handing her the brass key with its strange, crooked teeth. “Don’t stare too long. That’s the trick.”
By Timothy A Rowlandabout a year ago in Fiction
Understanding The Motive
The following confiscated letters, allowed for viewing here, were written between May 30th, 1983, and June 19th, 1983... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Message That Never Left
Elena typed the words three times before erasing them. The first draft was too blunt. We’re done. Don’t call me again. The second too sentimental. I’ll always care for you, but this isn’t working. The third hovered somewhere in the middle, but still her thumb trembled above the glowing blue arrow on the screen.
By Timothy A Rowlandabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room With No Windows
The Arrival It started as a dare. Three friends, bored on a summer night, decided to explore the old Ashford Hotel - a crumbling building long abandoned, standing on the edge of town like a shadow nobody wanted to remember.
By Hassan Janabout a year ago in Fiction
It's Hard To Say...
It was a long day and Mary Jane had just finished walking back to the Inn. The Inn Keeper greeted her as always with a smiling face and the tilt of his head.
By J.W. Bairdabout a year ago in Fiction
The Madness of the Fox. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge. Content Warning.
John Junius drives his creaky old Taurus down Jasper's bend, which is also called called County Road 15, according to his outdated GPS-- the one with the tinny British accent.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
Nightmare
James lay silently in bed as his zen music played at a low soothing tone, the ionized air filter was at near full power and the hemp gummies he took were well on the way to working. All in all, he was fully relaxed sleeping soundly. Then the dream started. It was peaceful at first, a nice stroll through the park with some blonde haired beauty, they were holding hands smiling and laughing as they went along. Then there was shouting, yelling hitting, a knife cut between him and the girl then into the girl's chest with blood... lots of blood. The knife that cut her appeared in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around it. Then--.
By Timothy E Jonesabout a year ago in Fiction
Ghosted. Top Story - September 2025.
Tired from a long workday and late dinner with her teenage twins, Laura checked her Facebook account before bed. She was terrified that she almost forgot to wish her high school friend a happy birthday. Laura herself turned 45 several months earlier and was pleased to get all the FB Birthday wishes from so many people! She always tried to do the same for her friends. Thank God for Facebook reminders!
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room on the Plans. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
The first time I saw the room, it was a photocopy at the city office, third floor, Planning and Development. Fluorescent lights buzzed like gnats. The clerk, a man in a loose tie and a loose understanding of urgency, slid the papers across the counter as if he were sending a raft down a lazy river.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Fiction