Psychological

Bottles
Cold air rides a slow breeze in through a half dozen broken windows, taking the last bits of warmth from this unheated house. I gaze down into the dark shiny pools that cover the floor, my face a smear on the pieces of moonlit glass.
By Brier7 months ago in Fiction
Trapped in a Killer's Memory
“Wherever shall I go?” Amerys whispered quietly to herself. Blades of fallen, dying grass lie at her feet—freshly clipped amidst orbing bulbs of bright pink tulips that had been plucked from her dead hands. It was the first time Amerys realized anything was wrong. Her head wasn’t fully attached to her body, at least not in any conventional form or fashion.
By K.H. Obergfoll7 months ago in Fiction
Make It That Far. Content Warning.
My eyes opened. After wiping the debris away, I realised I was in our lounge. Realised or remembered. Everything was hazy. I tried to rouse myself, but my skin felt… off. As I ran my hands through my greying hair, it didn’t feel quite right.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Fiction
Children at Play
Abigail is the one in blue jacket. Betsy is in the pink jacket and both little girls are claiming that the phone is both theirs.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
The Glass Library
They told us that we were the first to be born with the sun in our pockets. When we arrived, the Elders did not hand us swords or plows or even pens. They handed us glowing glass talismans. Smooth, black mirrors that promised the end of distance, the end of struggle and the globalization of knowledge. They acted like it was a coronation. We were to be the Sovereigns of Information, the first generation to never experience the tragedy of a forgotten fact or the ache of an unanswered question. We were gifted the "Win" before we had even learned to walk: the total, unconditional victory over the unknown.
By Akiya ღ7 months ago in Fiction
Undone. Top Story - April 2026.
He told me I didn't have to be perfect. He said, "Just show up." Funny how I willingly believed that. Maybe funny isn't the correct word. I probably should have said, "sad." You most likely already know the story, that it's not going to end well for me and be outrageously embarrassing? But what I want to know is, was it all just a set up? Had he meant me to be humiliated? Was he just going to use me? Could a person truly be that cruel?
By Shirley Belk7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Offering at the Forgotten Shrine
The rain in Kamise Village did not wash away the sins of the past; it only turned the soil into a thick, choking mud that smelled of rotting cedar and rusted iron.
By Takashi Nagaya7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Person in the Archive
By the time Mara understood what the archive was for, most of it had already been destroyed. Not burned. Not in some singular act dramatic enough to provoke grief. It had vanished the way important things often do: under reviews, budget notes, transition plans, cheerful language about modernization. Shelf by shelf. Room by room. One harmless administrative phrase after another.
By Alain SUPPINI7 months ago in Fiction
The Existential Redistribution File
REF_0414_FULL_V6 — THE CLINIC OF RUST (JUDGE SUBMISSION VERSION) Case File: VACANT_SUBJECT_LUIS / Infrastructure Processing Archive
By Lorena Alonso7 months ago in Fiction
The Persistence of the Night Shift
NIGHT SHIFT The solar sits where the hospital used to be. No one calls it anything else. It doesn’t need a name anymore. Broken concrete. Wet bricks. Cables pulled from walls like something that was never meant to be visible. A piece of chewing gum stuck to a stone near the entrance path—pink at first, now grey, flattened by months of weather and nothing else. It stays because there is no request to remove it.
By Lorena Alonso7 months ago in Fiction
RUST CLINIC FILE 88 X
THE RUST CLINIC I — BIOMETRIC SEDIMENTATION FIELD I am still here. That is the first recorded contradiction. The system does not mark it as error. It marks it as persistence.
By Lorena Alonso7 months ago in Fiction
PENDING RECONCILIATION
FRACTURES OF WHAT REMAINS (REF. CONTINUITY FAILURE // FINAL DRAFT EXPANDED) The system continues running without resolving the user.
By Lorena Alonso7 months ago in Fiction