Psychological
The Shape of His Absence. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
25 - The Ghost of You Elijah is dead. I wanted to melt into the floor. I fixated ahead and away from the photo of him propped up on an easel. My legs crossed at my ankles, hands clasped in my lap. Promise ring still on my index finger where he put it at 19, 6 years ago, though it might as well have been yesterday.
By Danielle Eckhartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Weight of Honor
Elara moved through the echoing halls of the Scriptorium, her footsteps barely a whisper against the ancient stone. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing the high, arched windows, illuminating shelves upon shelves of scrolls, tomes, and brittle parchments – the amassed wisdom of Oakhaven. As the Principal Archivist and Keeper of the Scrolls, Elara was not merely a custodian; she was the living memory of their secluded mountain community, the guardian of its intellectual and spiritual heritage.
By Mehrdad Rajabiabout a year ago in Fiction
A Proud Man
When the pen landed on the desk, Garther Binkins sighed. He had just closed another multi-million-dollar deal for credit cards. He leapt out of his seat with the last few ounces of energy he had left in his body. His dark skin contrasted with his tan suit. He wore expensive clothes that looked frumpy and didn’t fit him well. Instead of getting them tailored, he just let them look like his suits originated from the rack. He gathered his briefcase and headed out of the door. The Wilmington, Delaware air beckoned him to go out onto the street. It was the fall of 1996.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Empty Seat
The Empty Seat The number 42 bus rattled through the city every morning, its tires humming over cracked asphalt, carrying with it the rituals of strangers. Office workers clutched their coffee cups, students hunched over glowing phones, and shopkeepers nodded off against the window glass.
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Dollar
In the bustling heart of New York City, where skyscrapers touch the clouds and neon lights make the night glitter brighter than the stars, there existed a young man named Adam. He was not born into riches, nor did he inherit a legacy of wealth. Instead, Adam grew up in a small apartment, raised by a single mother who worked day and night to provide for him. The only thing that fascinated him more than the tall buildings was a green piece of paper—the dollar bill.
By Asmatullahabout a year ago in Fiction
AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
one time the toaster told me to forgive my mother so now i only eat cold bread. Content Warning.
I sent the essay at 2:43 a.m., the hour that makes everything sound like a vow. The air pressed against my skin with that humid, indifferent weight that makes you feel examined. The apartment held its darkness except for the screen’s light and the toaster’s small orange eye. It had started to buzz at odd intervals these last few nights. Each time it did, I stilled and fixed my gaze on the screen, as though ignoring the sound might erase it.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Fiction
Arrival Over Earth
Arrival Over Earth 2000 miles across the sky By Joey Raines The footage was never meant to be seen. It was labeled, stored, and buried in silence. Yet for a brief moment, it escaped into the world, a glimpse of something that should not exist.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
