Psychological
When the Sea Stopped Moving — and the World Began to Break
It started as silence. No gulls, no waves, no wind — just a vast, glassy ocean stretching to the horizon. At first, people thought it was a rare calm. But within days, the stillness spread across the globe. Shipping lanes froze. Fish vanished. And beneath the Pacific, something impossibly large began to wake.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Unforgotten Birth of Life
Lingering hours are delicate and prolonged, flickering like the remnant sparks of fire. Burnt embers glow, alighting the pistils of lilly flowers, scattered across the planks of the wooden jetty. The unforgotten birth of life flashes on and off, a chorus in the passing days, vibrating deep within Gurain's soul.
By Susan L. Marshallabout a year ago in Fiction
This Needs to Stop. Top Story - August 2025.
With friendships, how do we really know what the other person is thinking? I might believe someone is my best friend, and later find out from others they were simply tolerating me, perhaps disliking pretty much everything about me. Sometimes, I had that suspicion about Gary, especially after he suddenly ditched me in high school.
By Scott Christenson🌴about a year ago in Fiction
The First Night. Content Warning.
As she drove up to the hospital, she was a little nervous. This was a new job for her, and she didn’t really know what to expect. And it was the night shift. In a hospice unit. She figured the patients would be asleep. What she wasn’t banking on was the emotions she would be feeling by the time the shift was over.
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Fiction
I Followed a ‘Lost’ GPS Signal… And Ended Up in a Nightmare
Prologue: The Last Normal Night The whiskey burned going down as I crumpled Rachel's goodbye letter in my fist. One year together ended with three sentences on hotel stationery. I threw my duffel bag into the backseat of my '98 Honda Civic - the only thing I owned outright after the breakup. The digital clock read 2:37 AM when I turned the key, determined to drive through the night and put three states between me and my shattered heart.
By The Narrative Hubabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind the Mask
To the outside world, Michael was the perfect picture of success—confident, charming, and always in control. His smile was infectious, and he had a knack for making everyone around him feel at ease. But beneath that mask, a storm raged. Each day was a battle with invisible enemies—anxiety that tightened his chest, depression that whispered lies, and the fear that no one could see the real him. He hid behind routines and laughter, afraid that if he let the truth slip, the world would see him as weak. One evening, after a particularly hard day, Michael sat alone in his apartment, the weight of silence pressing down. He stared into the mirror and barely recognized the eyes looking back. For the first time, he whispered aloud, “I’m struggling.” Reaching out for help wasn’t easy, but it was the first step toward healing. Slowly, Michael learned that vulnerability wasn’t weakness—it was courage. And that sometimes, the strongest thing you can do is ask someone to hold your hand.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Fiction
