Psychological

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 Frankly29 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. Fromm30 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 Quinn30 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 Stewart30 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 Nagaya30 days ago in Fiction
When London Held Its Breath
London woke to a silence it hadn’t known in years. Snow had fallen overnight, thick and slow, as if the city itself had held its breath. The streets were muffled, the usual grime softened into white. The Thames moved quietly, reflecting the sky like a sheet of smoke, and the neon signs of Soho glowed dimly, blurred through falling flakes.
By Aarish30 days ago in Fiction
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026 Baba Vanga remains one of the most fascinating figures in the world of prophecy. Though blind from childhood, she saw further than most people could imagine. Her name has become a symbol of mystery, a whisper passed between believers and skeptics whenever the world feels uncertain. For decades, her visions have been revisited each time a new disaster unfolds, as if her words continue to echo through time.
By Marie381Uk 30 days ago in Fiction
Underwhelmed
Truth be told I was hoping this would’ve lasted longer. I mean honestly, all that build up, all that anticipation for maybe - if I’m being exceedingly generous - fifteen minutes of action. What am I supposed to do now?
By Christine Nelsonabout a month ago in Fiction
Waiting Room
“Is this seat taken?” “No, go ahead.” “Thanks. It’s colder in here than I expected.” “They keep it that way.” “You come here often?”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
Nine Dreams of Anguish. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Prologue I thought I’d never go to sleep again. I’ve heard these stories circulating in nines all over the earth;
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Fiction
The Morning Walk
“Did you see the sunrise today?” “Not really. I was half asleep.” “It was golden. Made me think we should get out earlier.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
The Red Hatred
Sometimes I feel like I hate you. A kind of red magma forms inside me, in my chest, and rises to my throat. In that moment, I want to destroy. I want to grab a plate and smash it into pieces. I want to take scissors and shred that red, sexy underwear I bought to please you.
By Anastasia Tsarkovaabout a month ago in Fiction