Psychological
The Pink Gallery. Honorable Mention in You Are Here Challenge. Top Story - October 2026.
You knew the Livingston Hotel was a place of old, upfront luxury. Black marble floors and pillars decorated its lobby, wrapped around a double-sided hearth, and sneaked their way right up to the front door where everyone could window shop a life they could never have. Its hearth was never without a strong fire in its belly or men circled around its glow.
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Fiction
Stay Connected
You were never good at being in the same place where your limbs stood. Always with your mind wandering and your soul too adventurous to stay strapped to your body. Wishing on every shooting star and realizing the stars never listened. They came and gone, just as almost every person who crossed your path did. A vicious cycle. A world too cruel to understand how truly special you are. A world that would rather replace the stars with pixels and replace you with polluted air. The people walk around this city in a rush to go nowhere. Bumping into you as if they could not recognize your existence. You acknowledge them, you must, but they do not offer you and your tall presence the same courtesy. They find when the breeze picks up you whistle as if your worries were in second place. No constant vehicle issues, no time-consuming repetitive job, no doctor’s appointments that you cannot afford, no obligations to anyone but yourself. A dream most have, but one that cannot be obtained as the struggle is the only way for them to live here in this city of broken dreams. Maybe it would suit you well to think of their disrespect as more jealousy than complete disregard. It could help ease your mind when the nights seem long.
By Ashley Wrigleyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Perfect Sacrifice
You knew this pain was inevitable. You knew love had no bounds unless religion was involved. A sudden abdominal cramp put you to your knees and brought you back to reality. The time was coming. And the pill was working. Your bedroom felt suffocating, with its judging walls and its heavy ceiling almost brushing your hair. You needed to pray, but the prayers bounced off that low ceiling, coming back unanswered. Your soul felt tormented. And your body felt vile.
By Nina Domrichevaabout a month ago in Fiction
Halloween day
It was the day before Halloween and the Zombies have decided to come out early. The humans were not quite sure what to think for they, the zombies were not interested in them it seemed. The humans wondered why. They knew Halloween was tomorrow, so they decided too maybe give zombies a scare. They decided to act like them. The zombies stopped walking and just stared and started CANDEE, CANDEE, CANDEE!!!! The humans stopped do you suppose they still know it's Halloween and they happen to be trick or treating even a day early. The humans threw candy. Zombies smiled.
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Fiction
Sinister Normal Things. Top Story - October 2026.
"There is a reason this place is called murder mansion," Tommy whispered to Hannah, his eyes on the ashen pink bricks that dotted between twisted iron bars. Only the front of the house was ever visible from the street, and no one lingered very long to get more than a passing glance. But there they stood, in strict defiance, two faces peeking in and out of the overgrown shrubs like windowed curtains, hoping to catch a glimpse of something worthwhile. Each house on this street was aging and solitary like a tomb. A graveyard, a mausoleum of lives passed, hoping the next would be better than the last—and so on, and so forth, until you arrived here, standing in front of 1521 Sycamore Street , where lives were cut shorter and shorter with each passing decade.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a month ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 2. Content Warning.
Ch 2: Then Came Control and Obsession The night of our wedding still lingered in my mind to this day. For him to have treated me so harshly for something so innocuous was beyond me. Nothing up to that point led me to believe he would be so... possessive and jealous.
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
