Psychological

The Enchanted Boy
I was seventeen the summer I met him — the summer of sky lanterns, of music in the sand, of endless salt in the air and wildflowers in my hair.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Unsinkable Spirit
As the lights of the Titanic began to flicker and fade, fear spread like the icy Atlantic itself—silent, vast, and paralyzing. Yet in the midst of this looming catastrophe, one woman stood defiant. Her name was Margaret “Molly” Brown, and she was far more than a passenger on a doomed voyage. She was a force of nature—unyielding, compassionate, and unafraid.
By Ahmad shahabout a year ago in Fiction
Wrong Number📱. AI-Generated.
It was 1:44 AM when his phone rang. Unknown caller. He answered. No one spoke. Just slow, muffled breathing—like someone behind a thick cloth.
By ElaheMindStoriesabout a year ago in Fiction
Episode 11: We Don't Let Go
The first thing I remember is the sound my arm made when it hit the flagpole. Not the pain. Not the screaming. Just the sound.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
Episode 10: Reunion
When I woke up, the lights hummed like they’d forgotten how to sleep. They weren’t warm lights. Not the buttery kind you get in kitchens or the soft ones in motel bathrooms that make even broken people look romantic. These lights were silver. Hard. Surgical. The kind that show everything.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
The Butcher’s Table. Content Warning.
I chop the meat. My job is one of transformation. We start with the husk of a living thing. It’s recognizable as a corpse. The bones are arrayed into a skeleton, the machinery of the muscles is still obvious, we can see the tendons that fasten it all together, and there is an image of the whole with all its functioning parts.
By Martin Vidalabout a year ago in Fiction
Dead Battery
“Can someone help me? My car won’t turn over.” I directed at the clerk behind the counter. “We can but it will be a while. Our workshop guy is out towing a car. Should be back in about an hour or two.”
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shape of the House
The gravel crunched under Liam’s tires as he pulled off the main road and onto the long dirt drive. The sky hung dark blue with the last traces of daylight, while the fields around the house had already sunk into shadow. He cut the engine.
By Tess M. Marlowabout a year ago in Fiction
I Was Missing for Three Days—But No One Remembers. Not Even Me.. AI-Generated.
I woke up on my couch, wearing the same clothes I had on Tuesday. But it was Friday. My phone had 27 missed calls, a few messages from coworkers asking if I was okay, and one from my sister that simply said:
By ElaheMindStoriesabout a year ago in Fiction
Five Minutes Late
Five Minutes Late It was five minutes. Just five. Mira stood on the sidewalk, heart pounding, breath fogging in the morning chill as she watched Bus 7 pull away without her. She had spilled coffee on her shirt, doubled back to change, and missed it by a blink.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Took My Place
The Stranger Who Took My Place When I opened my eyes, the fluorescent ceiling lights hummed like a low lullaby. The hospital room was sterile, but the bandage around my head pulsed with a pain too human to ignore.
By Musawir Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
A Wallet Full of Time
Leo Chen measured his life in minutes. Not minutes lived—minutes billed. As a mergers & acquisitions analyst at Sterling & Grey, his value was calculated in six-minute increments, the smallest unit on the firm’s time-tracking software. 14-hour days bled into weekends. His fiancée, Maya, had left six months ago, telling him, "You’re selling time you don’t own, Leo." He hadn’t understood. Not then.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction