Psychological
Neon Nightmares
Neon Nightmares" In the year 2075, the sprawling metropolis of New Arcadia had transformed into a futuristic marvel of towering skyscrapers, dazzling holographic billboards, and advanced technology. Yet, beneath the gleaming facade, a sinister darkness lurked. In the heart of the city, a looming structure called the Apex Tower stood as a symbol of power and corruption.
By Malyki Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Vocally Haunted. Content Warning.
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By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Fiction
Brisqué
It was a very bad the idea to have a meeting with her after class, but there was still the janitorial staff in the college, and they were sure to pass by the room soon. He looked at the clock over the door and wondered if this would take long. His worst student wanted to talk to him after class; his worst student who also happened to be the one that the guys went all dumb and drooled over.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Arid
The Morning Light Cafe was bustling with its usual breakfast crowd when I walked in. I nodded at the familiar faces - the old timers reading their newspapers, the young professionals gulping down coffee before work. As I waited in line to order, I checked my phone nervously. Still nothing from Melanie.
By Anne Pedersen2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Flight
In the remote heart of the desert, where the endless expanse of dunes stretched out like an ocean of sand, a small commercial plane fought against the turbulence of a sudden sandstorm. The passengers aboard the aircraft exchanged anxious glances, their whispers filled with fear. Among them was Captain James Ashford, a seasoned pilot who had faced many challenges in his career, but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Fiction
Reduced Speed
Author's preface: I was home visiting my parents recently and had the opportunity to spend a little bit of time with a friend who was the protagonist of a story I wrote many years ago titled "Reduced Speed". Seeing her reminded me of that story and so, out of curiosity, I went back and read it again. Turns out I still really like it. It is disturbing, sad, and glum, but with a wistful tone that somehow feels almost a little (very little) hopeful. It is also powerful and emotionally impactful. Maybe those feelings are amplified for me since I am a part of the story and 'Shannon' (not her real name) from the story remains my friend to this day. Moreover it was written not long after the sudden and tragic death of my wife of only two years, Victoria. Anything I wrote at that time effects me greatly today no matter what the topic. I am republishing it with only a few minor changed from the original.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Abduction
How the hell I had gotten here in this forsaken place, God only knew. The last thing I remembered was walking along the beautiful Boardwalk, enjoying the lighted sights. When suddenly, someone huge motherfucker walked up and grabbed me from behind, sticking a smelly fucking rag over my face and knocking me out. I woke up somewhere in the desert with the sun blinding me.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Maua
In the land of Maua, a realm where magic flowed like rivers and ancient legends danced in the wind, a timeless battle between good and evil had etched its mark upon the tapestry of history. At the heart of this struggle lay the legendary Crystal of Mwanga, a repository of unimaginable power that held the potential to sway the balance in favor of either side.
By The POTUSFanClub2 years ago in Fiction
Donnie Mellons
"Whenever you are buying a used car from a person, there are two things you need to pay the most attention to. The headliner and the trunk. People that take care of their cars, that really love their cars and care about them, always keep the headliner and trunk clean, and in good condition, those who don't, don't. If I see a beat up, dirty headliner or trunk, I walk away." Donnie paused for a moment, furrowed his brow, obviously deep in concentration then continued. "And, oh yeah, don't forget pet hair. If you see any pet hair, it's not necessarily an instant walk away, but you better believe I am knocking the price down by 5-10% off of whatever I was already thinking about offering." Thomas thought about what he had just heard, and it seemed to make a lot of sense. Then again, anytime Donnie said anything it seemed to make a lot of sense. He spoke with an air of authority about any topic, and for both Thomas, and just about everyone else, it made it very hard to question the correctness of anything Donnie ever said about anything. The fact that Donnie had two Ph.D.'s in the biological sciences added a ton of credibility. It was a classic case of authority bias, one of Donnie's favorite cognitive biases, and, one, he never failed to use to his advantage.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
