Psychological

The City That Measured Silence. AI-Generated.
The first time the city fined her for being quiet, Elin thought it was a mistake. She stood at the corner of Larkspur and Ninth, holding the thin slip of gray paper between her fingers, rereading the printed words as though repetition might soften them.
By Cordelia Vance7 months ago in Fiction
Imran Khan Superhero: The Rise of Pakistan’s Last Hope. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the city of Karachi, the night had fallen heavier than usual. The wind moved through empty streets like a warning. The power grid had completely collapsed, and the entire city was swallowed in darkness. Neon signs were dead, traffic lights were off, and silence ruled every corner. People stayed locked inside their homes, unsure whether the outside world was safe anymore.
By Alyan khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Uglies . Content Warning.
Before you say anything... no I didn't read the book. Two, I saw the movie and looked up that there's a series ( I'll go and read it when I get paid again to buy it ). So anywho, the movie 'Uglies' appeared on Netflix. It came out in 2024. The story begins about a girl name Tally wass waiting til her 16th birthday to go and get surgery while she was waiting her friend got it and didn't respond to her once he got his . ( He's a bird anyway so fuck him ) She was where she wanted to look deep into it and got a costume to cover her identity until she got caught and almost got into trouble. So when it finally became her birthday all and everyone went and got theirs while she got placed back into having one because they needed her to be a spy to get Shay ( Shay basically was the one telling her she don't need all that and she need to go into the Smoke with her and run away with her from " The Pretties " and their lies. ... Tally ugly ass wasn't trying to hear that . )
By Erica Williams7 months ago in Fiction
A Love Story: What’s Wrong . Content Warning.
Beep! Beep! Fuuck. Oh my fucking… Waking up to him giving her head and her phone alarm going off. “Baby wait!” She said trying to gather herself while grinding against his tongue.
By Ahnesia Johnson7 months ago in Fiction
I Checked Into a Hotel… But My Room Was Already Occupied
I shouldn’t have booked that hotel, not because it was cheap or looked bad, but because the moment I walked in, it felt like I had already been there before. The receptionist didn’t even ask my name—she just handed me the key to Room 307 like she was expecting me, and that alone should’ve made me leave. But I didn’t. The hallway upstairs was unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that presses into your ears, and when I reached my room, I hesitated, feeling like I already knew what was waiting inside. When I opened the door, the lights were on, the bed was messy, and there was a bag on the floor—my bag. My heart dropped as I looked around and saw all my belongings already inside, even my watch sitting on the table… the same watch I was wearing just moments ago. Then I heard water running in the bathroom. Slowly, I walked toward it, every step heavier than the last, and when I pushed the door open, I saw him—me—standing in front of the mirror, washing his face like nothing was wrong. He looked up and met my eyes, completely calm, and said, “You came early this time.” My mind refused to accept what I was seeing. I tried to leave, ran into the hallway, but nothing worked—the elevator wouldn’t respond, the silence grew heavier, and suddenly he was behind me again, like distance didn’t matter. Then he told me something that made everything worse: only one version of us gets to leave, and the other becomes the next guest. Before I could understand, the elevator doors finally opened, and without thinking, I stepped inside. As the doors closed, I saw him walk back into the room like he belonged there, like he always had. The elevator moved down, then suddenly stopped, and when the doors opened again… I was back on the same floor, same hallway, same Room 307. This time, the door was already open—waiting for me to enter, like I always do.
By Fazal Haq7 months ago in Fiction
What Happens When a Fictional Character Starts Escaping the Script?
There’s a strange feeling that happens sometimes when you spend too much time building a world. At first, everything feels controlled.
By Lyon Gaber7 months ago in Fiction
Andreas Szakacs on Michael: An Actor’s Reflection on Legacy, Performance, and Emotion
As an actor, I didn’t approach this film as a historian or critic. I approached it as someone trying to understand performance, emotion, and the weight of becoming a legend. And in that sense, the film offers more questions than answers.
By Andreas szakacs7 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Sun Didn’t Rise. AI-Generated.
At 6:01 AM, the alarm rang. Hassan opened his eyes and waited for the light. It didn’t come. He frowned and reached for his phone.
By shakir hamid7 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Lantern of Dera”. AI-Generated.
In the dusty heart of Dera Ismail Khan, where the Indus River whispered ancient secrets to the date palms, lived a boy named Zain. He was twelve, thin as river reed, with eyes that carried the color of late monsoon skies. Every evening, as the call to prayer floated over the rooftops, Zain would climb the crumbling stairs of the old haveli and light his grandfather’s brass lantern.
By Waleed khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Certainty
“The Certainty That Lead to Almost” Part I “Whoah,” she grasped. The slip from her heels made her grab his shoulder to keep her balance.
By Charelle Landers7 months ago in Fiction
The Decimal Plague. AI-Generated.
The Notation It starts with the inventory at Pharmacorp's distribution center in Newark. The warehouse manager, a woman named Elena whose competence has never been questioned across three decades of logistics, discovers a discrepancy. According to the system, there are 1,247 units of acetaminophen in storage. She counts them manually. There are 1,247 units. The number matches.
By Alpha Cortex7 months ago in Fiction
Drabble before I Skedaddle
Let’s see what’s going on: have done my taxes and most of the exam material is set and my students seem ready to face the reality of failure. Then I am going to finish up some entries for a very big contest that will offer a lot of money to the winner (I still have hope), after which I will get back to writing some real material for you know who. And the weather is great, my beloved Habs can turns things around in the playoffs, and that seems to be enough to get my thoughts into a complete drabble.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Fiction