Psychological
The Clockmaker’s Secret. AI-Generated.
In a quiet town where rain tapped softly on cobblestone streets, there stood an old clock shop hidden between two modern buildings. The faded wooden sign above the door read: “Elias & Son Clockmakers.” Most people passed it without noticing, but every evening, exactly at 7 PM, the shop lights glowed warmly like a lantern from another century.
By Waleed khan6 months ago in Fiction
From Where To Where
From the time humans became sentient, we have been driven by two basic questions: where did we come from, and where does our journey as a species end? Many different answers have been presented over the centuries, from I couldn't care less because there is nothing I can do about it anyway, next is, it’s all part of God’s master plan and he’ll reveal it to us when he feels we’re ready, and finally, science and logic will find the answers.
By Mark Gagnon6 months ago in Fiction
The Missing Child
Lucy discovered the gap in the hedge. We were heading for the park via one of the network of alleyways that ran behind the posh houses on Long Lane. However posh the houses, the alleyways around there still smelt of dog shit – this was way before the days of pooper scoopers or little blue bags, and even in April, 1976 was turning into a sweltering year.
By Matthew Batham6 months ago in Fiction
Hourglass: A Tale of Anxiety Part 2. Content Warning.
“Remember the value of slowing down; constant speed can feed anxiety and wear you down.” — Rick Hanson This story is one of many in 🎗A Mental Health Awareness Month initiative🎗 held by Fictionry.com Please join us: https://www.fictionry.com/events/mental-health-awareness-2026
By Rain Dayze6 months ago in Fiction
THE WRONG PLACE
I woke sitting slumped on metal seats, head throbbing. The slightest movement made me feel nauseous, as if I was on a ship out at sea. I grabbed my head, pressing it against my hands. The light here was too bright and the sounds of an intercom overhead felt like having my head drilled into.
By Elizabeth Butler6 months ago in Fiction
The Valley That Forgot Its Song
The Day the Sky Went Quiet When Liora arrived in the Valley of Bellweather, she expected noise. Every map she’d studied, every rumor she’d overheard in the border towns, insisted the valley rang with constant sound — chimes in the wind, bells on the hillsides, even the stones themselves humming if you pressed your ear to them.
By Kristen Barenthaler6 months ago in Fiction
Hourglass: A Tale of Anxiety Part 1. Content Warning.
"Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom." — Soren KierkegaardThis story is one of many in 🎗A Mental Health Awareness Month initiative🎗 held by Fictionry.comPlease join us: https://www.fictionry.com/events/mental-health-awareness-2026
By Rain Dayze6 months ago in Fiction







