Psychological

Last Call
March 28th - Day 681 since last human contact. Rats have been plentiful this month. I still thank God when I am able to find food, but it feels silly sometimes. I haven't seen another human being in almost two years. Sometimes I feel like a new Adam, but after a while, God made Eve for Adam.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call for Mars
“Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk. The rocket departs in two minutes! Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk.” Elon heard the announcement from the interplanetary rocket, which made him curl up into a fetal position on a bench at the very edge of the spectators’ bleachers at Cape Canaveral. He’d thought there was no better place to hide than in a crowd of enthusiastic humans eager to send him to Mars. Upon the announcement, Elon’s whole life was flashing in front of him in his memories.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
The Realtor. Top Story - September 2026.
"You're absolutely going to love this property, Mr. Garcia. They're willing to let it go for $112,000. You won’t find a better deal. "
By Lamar Wiggins2 months ago in Fiction
Out of Hiding. Runner-Up in Last Call Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
A night like every other. Different counter, same scratches and stains. Different stool, same slouch. Different boozy lunk to her left, same stench.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 months ago in Fiction
All Aboard. Top Story - September 2026.
Factor's words grate on my ears as he read out the next departure time. Their high, almost whining voice like roofing nails dragged across clean steel, sinking into my teeth. In spite of that, I don't dare remove my helmet and its integrated earpiece. I need to know how many elevators are left. I cannot be left behind.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Hello from *No* Side
The air caught in her throat. How can anyone explain this? How can you possibly think through this? Not only was everything Alexa was taught (her whole life) wrong… but, on top of that, she was being offered a chance to see the truth no one else knew.
By Gabriel B. Shames2 months ago in Fiction
Green Case, Red Button. Honorable Mention in Last Call Challenge.
In the middle of the night, when all the candle lights were out, the room smelled of two competing scents. I should have stayed asleep, but I kept twisting and stretching my tired limbs.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Fiction
The Final Destination
She shifted in her seat, again, her eyes darting nervously around the room, scanning the faces of other passengers, surveying the cracks and water stains in the foam tile ceiling, watching bus after bus come and go from the slight peek into the garage from behind the ticket counter, to the right of the departure board, to the left of another windowless wall.
By jl wood2 months ago in Fiction
Fill the Belly 🐺. Content Warning.
It's nice here. I guess. Clean anyhow. Not like that hostel. Got no weirdos tryina climb in my bed or put hands on me. That's good. There's food. Can be a bit dull and stodgy-like sometimes. The old lady doesn't know what spices are, I don't think. I've gone hungry enough times not to mind that so much. Food's food.
By L.C. Schäfer2 months ago in Fiction
Not Even Called
The scuffmarks on the worn gym floor stared up at me as I cast my gaze downward. I closed my eyes and hoped the other kids would not see the tears starting to form in the corners. I knew they could see the embarrassment that burned hot on my face. There was nothing I could do about that. All I could do was continue to stand there. Waiting…. Waiting for my name…
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 months ago in Fiction
last son of Lêr . Runner-Up in Last Call Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
I have grown old, my eyes art weak and my withers tremble in the night air. Though I comfort myself before sparkling embers in the hearth, the cold pierces my bones. All the more in such a pitiable state do Fionn’s final words yet haunt me everlasting in this late season of my life.
By John Cox2 months ago in Fiction
Divine Intervention
It was 11:58 PM on a bustling Fourth of July eve, yet Trinity Church in Lower Manhattan stood almost empty, save for a select few parishioners scattered among hardwood pews.
By Edward Swafford2 months ago in Fiction