Psychological
My Dead Grandfather Keeps Sending Me Letters
The First Letter Three months after my grandfather's funeral, the first letter arrived. The envelope carried his familiar handwriting, the same careful script I had seen on birthday cards and holiday notes. At first, I assumed someone in the family was playing a cruel joke. Then I noticed details nobody else could know. The letter mentioned a conversation we had shared alone beside a lake ten years earlier. It ended with a sentence: "Check the attic before next Tuesday. Trust me, please, Samuel."
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
In the Dreaming
I stood atop an orange boulder, looking over the unfamiliar terrain. The purple sunset was tinting the entire scene before me. I’d entered an alien dreamscape, following Master Jihan’s instructions. For a moment, I wondered if I was the first student to succeed in starting the quest, until I considered the time I was wasting by not completing the trials the Master had set for us.
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Fiction
The Village That Disappears Every Full Moon
A Story Nobody Believed I first heard about Hollow Creek from an elderly shopkeeper in a remote mountain town. I had stopped there while researching local legends for a travel blog that occasionally covered strange and unexplained places. When I asked if there were any interesting locations nearby, the old man hesitated before mentioning a village hidden deep within the forest. According to him, the village had existed for over two hundred years, yet very few outsiders had ever visited it. The reason, he explained, was simple and unbelievable: every time a full moon appeared in the sky, the entire village disappeared.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Back Story
What some see as simple, others know is pure insanity coming to attack them or the ones they love. It happens. One never forgets some moments in time. There are those special things like the birth of your first child, graduations, and of course, weddings. They seem so mundane, but that's because few know the entire stories of the different people experiencing them. That's the rub of the world and those events. Nothing's ever as easy or normal as it seems. How could it be, when there are humans involved?
By Jason Morton5 months ago in Fiction
I Inherited a House That Doesn't Exist on Any Map
An Unexpected Inheritance When my grandfather passed away, I expected to inherit little more than a few family photographs and some old furniture. Instead, I received a letter from a law firm informing me that he had left me a property hidden deep in the mountains. The news surprised everyone in the family. None of us had ever heard him mention owning another house. According to the documents, the property had belonged to him for more than forty years. Curious and slightly confused, I accepted the inheritance and decided to visit the place myself.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Wrong Road. Runner-Up in They Shouldn’t Have Come Here Challenge.
July 19, 1994 Wei was standing on the shore of a beautiful lake the name of which he didn’t know. He’d thought it was just a pit stop on their way to his final destination in Tibet, as his driver had stopped his overheating BJ212 military surplus vehicle and opened up the hood, trying to cool it down. Wei got out of the Jeep-looking car and went to the lake shore, admiring its breathtaking beauty. When he heard the car start and turned around, he saw his bag on the ground and the car driving off. Wei shouted at the driver to wait for him, but the driver just waved him off and said something that he’d reached his destination. Or brought Wei as far as he could.
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Fiction
The Biscuit Tin Was Not on the Intake Form
The Biscuit Tin Was Not on the Intake Form By the time Celia Bright arrived to audit the therapy room, the house had already hidden the good biscuits, warned the chickens, and moved the elephant slightly behind the curtain so as not to appear confrontational.
By Teena Quinn 5 months ago in Fiction
THE VOICE OF DEMOCARCY
The old ballot box was never supposed to be found. For twenty years, it had remained hidden beneath the floorboards of a forgotten library at the edge of the city. Dust covered its wooden surface, and rust had eaten away at its metal corners. To most people, it was nothing more than an antique relic.
By younas khan5 months ago in Fiction
Of Poison...Cologne and Old Money. 🎷🎷🎷🎷. Top Story - June 2026.
The faint sweetness of spilled bourbon envelopes the senses ~ the air is thick with the ghostly haze of cigarette smoke, incense, and a slight hint of clandestine promised sin. The atmosphere smolders beneath the low amber bulbs secreted behind frosted glass, a few red lamps glow like cat's eyes in the dark, and candles sputter in unmatched holders. Shadows pool in corners, watching...listening.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
