Psychological

Bane. Top Story - January 2026.
My name is Commander Bane with the Metro Police Force. Thank you for coming in. Please take a seat. Okay … Commander Bane. Can you tell me why I’m here?
By Sonia Heidi Unruh27 days ago in Fiction
Romance Rekindled?
Things between my husband, Steve, and I had become distant, cold. We worked hard, separate hours — him in construction by day and me as a night nurse. When we did see each other, it was all business.
By Julie Lacksonen27 days ago in Fiction
The Tangled Synaptic Collapse
“Are you going somewhere?” “No, I was just putting the keys in my purse.” “Your purse?” “Yes. I was putting the keys in it.”
By Leslie Staven27 days ago in Fiction
The Order of Care
Angel works the day shift at his local neighborhood animal shelter and begins his day the same way every day. Consistency is not a preference but a method. He clocks in at 7:00 a.m., places his lunch on the left shelf, second position, in the refrigerator, and ties his apron with a double knot that can be untied quickly. The animal shelter requires procedures; Angel requires them to function efficiently.
By Anthony Chan27 days ago in Fiction
Staying Still. Content Warning.
“Did you bring it?” “I always bring it.” “You said that last time.” “And I wasn’t lying.” “You were incomplete.” “I was enough to get through.”
By Anthony Bryan Riva27 days ago in Fiction
Successful Integration
By the time you notice the difference, it has already settled in. At first it is small. A pause where a response used to come quickly. A familiar weight that no longer sits where you expect it to. You assume it’s fatigue. Everyone does.
By Courtney Jones28 days ago in Fiction
The Lone Mouse
A lone mouse scurries through a vast, desolate desert landscape under an awakening twilight sky. The sand dunes are sculpted by wind into abstract, flowing forms. In the distance, the silhouette of a broken, geometric structure hints at an ancient civilization. There is a dramatic contrast of chiaroscuro lighting, emphasizing deep shadows and stark highlights... a highly detailed concept art style.
By Novel Allen28 days ago in Fiction
Liminal
“Why the hell are you here?” “Ah, there’s that infamous need to classify and judge after 2.3 seconds of discomfort.” "Oh my god."
By Nicky Frankly28 days ago in Fiction
Unidentified Black Male. Content Warning.
“Hey is this her? Here you are, ma’am. I found this little girl wandering off across the park. Said she was lookin' for her momma.”
By Matthew J. Fromm29 days ago in Fiction
The Thing in the Woods
Eddie was sitting in front of the television, eating a bowl of cereal. He had woken up at a quarter past twelve, and did not get enough sleep. He was staring at the weatherman, but it appeared that Eddie was staring off into nothing. If the screen only had television static, Richard doesn't think it would have made much of a difference to Eddie. His world had been shattered in now one month, and his head was going to take to impossible places that Richard was scared to venture into.
By Emy Quinn29 days ago in Fiction
The Five Stages of Damnation — Quinque Gradūs Damnatiōnis
— I intended to write a literary masterpiece masquerading as a survival horror tale of gore, cheap thrills, and cheaper scares.
By Paul Stewart29 days ago in Fiction
The Hundred-Year Awakening: A Monologue from an Old Umbrella
Esteemed Reader, Have you ever looked at an old, forgotten object in your home—perhaps a chipped teacup, a faded kimono, or a dusty old fan—and wondered about its story? In Japan, we have a belief that after a hundred years of loyal service, an inanimate object can gain a soul, transforming into a Tsukumogami (付喪神). They aren't malicious spirits, but rather gentle, often melancholic entities, imbued with the memories and experiences of their owners.
By Takashi Nagaya29 days ago in Fiction