Psychological

Going Back To That Place
Waking up this morning, eyes moving all over, to what I thought wasn't a dream. Morning. Fleeting memories. And upon getting up, gone completely. Not a trace, of my running across the beach, of my laughing with these faceless friends.
By YonathanJ - Writer2 months ago in Fiction
If The Earth Could Speak
There is a voice that speaks to us but we are not listening. We go about our daiily business ignoring the last call that The Earth is giving us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Call Before the Sirens
At 6:43 p.m., the loudspeaker announced the last ferry. "Final boarding for the mainland. All remaining passengers proceed to Gate Two."
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Fiction
Lucy's Final Wish
I didn't want to go to school. I was sitting on my bed, clutching my teddy bear. Darkness was the monster that dominated my mind, and it had drained every single little bit of life I had left in me.
By Carol Ann Townend3 months ago in Fiction
The Path To The Moon
Introduction I saw this image on Instagram and wondered where it was from. I could make out the name William T. Morton, and this link points to the book it comes from.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
This Call May Be Remembered. Runner-Up in Last Call Challenge.
At 11:43 p.m., the living began calling their dead all at once. Grief was normally kept to twelve-minute appointments. With seventeen minutes left, everyone had remembered the deadline.
By Iris Obscura3 months ago in Fiction
Plane Crash
The passengers screamed wildly, as the plane shook violently. The lights went out as lighting struck, and the plane overturned in midair. Jack panicked as he tried to grab the yoke, in an attempt to get some control of the plane, and land it safely; but the yoke had stopped working.
By Carol Ann Townend3 months ago in Fiction
Last Call
Last Call “Right, last call” echos through the crowded bar from a young man standing by the beer taps. There’s a bustle of bodies round the bar like calves at their troughs for their last drink before the night runs dry. A man stands, leaning his thin frame on the bar and orders a whisky. He’s not an old man at all, not nearly as old as the deep lines and shaggy whiskers on his handsome face portray him. “That’s £4” the man behind the bar says as he watches the man throwing change from his pocket onto the counter, though most are coppers. He meets the man’s eye and looks at him, a look somewhere between judgment and pity but he takes the money from the bar and turns to busy himself, turning a blind eye to the pennies he was short.
By Mel.W3 months ago in Fiction
Secrets, Roses and old Phones. . Top Story - August 2026.
I pulled up to the old family house with a heavy heart...so many memories came flooding back all at once. I shuddered as nostalgia washed over me and I was now regretting the decision to do this all on my own. But, I had kept telling myself that I needed the time to come to terms with all that had happened.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Fiction
𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔶 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯
Introduction This is for Annie Kapur's "The Childhood Scares Challenge!" which you can check out here: At The Beginning , The Baby Might Be Me. The my uncle,my mum and someone else
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Mara!
The first time Mara received a call from herself, she was standing barefoot in her kitchen at 11:47 p.m. She had been reheating the same cup of tea for the third time.
By Ajan Lori A. 3 months ago in Fiction
Drill
They needed a shelf put up in the hallway, so they called a handyman, well, they called several, but none seemed to want the job for some reason. Eventually, they found one who said he could take care of them .
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction