Psychological

THE SIREN THAT NEVER STOPS
The siren began on a Tuesday at 9:17 a.m. It was a clean, mechanical sound; steady, mid-pitched, not urgent enough to demand panic but too present to ignore. It rose above the hum of traffic and threaded itself through open office windows, bakery doors, classroom vents.
By Ajan Lori A. 9 months ago in Fiction
THE SEVERED SOUL: THE WAR I WAGED AGAINST MYSELF
The mirror in my hallway doesn't show a reflection anymore; it shows a casualty of war. I stand there in the dimly lit apartment, staring at the glass, and I don't see a man. I see a jagged, bleeding fault line dividing what I am and what I could have been. On the dusty coffee table behind me sits that damned book. The black cover, the bold, blood-red letters: YOU VS YOU.
By Wellova 9 months ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
Every city has a last train. The one that runs just before midnight. The one that carries tired workers, students half asleep, and strangers who never look at each other.
By Salman Writes9 months ago in Fiction
The Island of Truth
On the remote island of Blackridge, silence was not empty—it was careful. The sea circled it like a boundary drawn by something unseen, and the people who lived there spoke with deliberate precision. Visitors rarely stayed long. Most left feeling uneasy, unable to explain why the air seemed heavier after a careless sentence.
By Waqid Ali 9 months ago in Fiction
Insulated From the World
I left for the coast with the deliberate intention of thinking about nothing. For six months, I had been living inside spreadsheets, conference calls, and the ambient anxiety of markets that refused to behave. My mind had become a clenched fist. I needed sun, salt air, and the mental equivalent of white noise. The resort promised exactly that—an insulated enclave on a turquoise edge of a warm sea. The brochures used the word “sanctuary.” Friends preferred “completely safe.” The website assured visitors that the property was buffered from the “regional complexities” affecting other parts of the country.
By Anthony Chan9 months ago in Fiction
Observed
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody… He was thinking of the same damn song every weekend now. The quarantine and the curfew were things he could get used to; there was a bit of luck in having a condo in the downtown core. At least it was in a part of town without his company's handiwork. It was a perfect example of cinema right in front of him (Hitchcock be damned), all silent and distant. So, he thought, I just needed to add a song.
By Kendall Defoe 9 months ago in Fiction
The Magic Behind The Door
The house was dull and boring to look at, and its red brick grounds were worn out. The door and window frame looked like something out of an old book.
By Carol Ann Townend9 months ago in Fiction
The Men in Black
The Men in Black The first time I saw them I thought it was a joke. Two men in black suits perfectly pressed standing in the shadows of the streetlamp outside my apartment. I had never seen them before. No one had. And yet there they were waiting. Their eyes were flat too calm like they had seen everything and nothing at once.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Fiction
The Dream Network
It began as a murmur in the bloodstream of the internet. At first glance, the anomaly resembled harmless interference—a faint tremor buried beneath oceans of data. Engineers skimmed past it. Governments ignored it. Only a handful of digital obsessives whispered about the strange nightly synchronization pulsing across global networks.
By Waqid Ali 9 months ago in Fiction
Pearl. Top Story - February 2026.
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)9 months ago in Fiction
Who(m)ever said, 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away' is such a fibber. 🍎🍎🍎
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way discouraging the consumption of apples to assist in the health of any individual personage. This is very true and fictional story.
By Novel Allen9 months ago in Fiction
The Debt of The Extraordinary . Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
Thanatos was chained by Sisyphus. A moment of curiosity with a secret aim led to death having no power over humanity. Sisyphus made it so. But this story is what the myth gets wrong.
By Caitlin Charlton9 months ago in Fiction