Psychological
The Unfinished Lullaby
Blythorn, a village wrapped in mystery...where every house bore a special and unique mark~~~etched above the doorway, silent as ash blown to the wind. Locals claimed they were for protection, remnants of old magic. But none remembered who drew them. Or why.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgot It Was Real
Hey, wanna hear something really strange? It’s not scary like monsters in the closet or ghosts in the mirror. It’s more like… weird. Mysterious. Like one of those dreams that feels super real, but when you wake up, you’re not sure what was dream and what wasn’t. This story? It’s about a girl named Elara who lived in a town that—well—you’ll see. Just promise you’ll stick with me, okay? Because things get a little twisty…
By Lucien Hollow about a year ago in Fiction
The House With the Red Gate
It is a saying that an old woman lives in the house with the red gate on the edge of Buraq Street. No one remembers when she arrived, or if she ever did. The house smells of cinnamon and old pages, and the wind chimes only sound when no one’s looking.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Second First Time
They met again beneath the wisteria-covered trellis at the old train station—where years ago, teenage hearts had whispered promises too fragile to hold. The air still smelled of jasmine and engine smoke, but this time, time itself moved differently—like it held its breath for them.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The 30-Day Love Challenge That Changed My Life
I didn’t expect a simple challenge to change everything. In fact, I didn’t expect anything at all. My heart had been quiet for months—maybe years—after too many disappointments, too many false starts, and too many days of wondering if love was something only other people got to feel fully. I was surviving. I was functioning. I was smiling when necessary. But deep inside, something was missing.
By Adrian-Razvan Ispasabout a year ago in Fiction
The First Time I Told the Truth The Second First Time
The thing about truth is that it doesn’t always come all at once. Sometimes, it slips out like a hesitant whisper. Sometimes, it crashes like a tidal wave that no one sees coming. And sometimes, it’s a quiet revolution that changes everything.
By MIne Story Nestabout a year ago in Fiction
The Time Borrower
They say he appears when you're most desperate—when time feels like it's slipping through your fingers, and you’d give anything to slow it down. He doesn’t advertise. No glowing neon signs. No whisper through the trees. One moment you’re alone, and the next… he’s just there.
By MIne Story Nestabout a year ago in Fiction
