Psychological
Unspoken
Choking on words unspoken, they stood there in a staring contest. Not a childish one. No. One that only comes from having met a familiar stranger. The kind that makes you feel safe in the danger they bring to your life. You don’t remember who they are. Or rather, who they were. But you know their familiarity as soon as they’re near. Something all too clearly queer.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Elm Street Dreams
Maggie is lying down on her bed on a clear October night in the town of Springwood, Ohio. She just heard the news that her cousin Tommy was wounded by some madman at a highschool party in the town of Crystal Lake out in the middle of nowhere. Maggie is sitting up on her bed scrolling through the social media feed on her phone, anxious and uneasy. All she could think about was how she was supposed to be at that party and how it could have been her who was hurt. Maggie was also very concerned about her cousin and his friends. She was glad that all of them made it out of that situation alive, but rumor has it that others were not so lucky.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Melody of Forgotten Dreams
An elderly man named Samuel resided in the center of Millington, a thriving metropolis. Samuel was well-known for his charming tiny store on Elm Street corner, where he offered worn-out antiques and old books for sale. However, the real gem that was kept in his shop was a mystical music box that he had treasured for years.
By Ofofo Tunes2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Secrets Within
I had always felt at ease in the world of words and fantasy. My days were devoted to developing stories, delving deeply into the feelings and experiences of the characters. I did, however, have a secret as a writer. I was scared of supernatural forces, which was a phobia that chilled me to the bone and was something I had always kept hidden from the public.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Of Darkness In The Night
In the tapestry of the night, where the heavens are adorned with constellations like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas, lies a realm of infinite mystery — the realm of darkness. The night, veiled in obsidian hues, conceals secrets that the human eye can only fathom, leaving the mind to wander through a labyrinth of imagination and wonder.
By Korey Ebrima2 years ago in Fiction
The Accident Night
The lonely road stretched out in front of me, a winding ribbon that ended at the horizon. It was the ideal location for my getaway, a getaway from the city's commotion and commotion that had for too long stifled my creativity. I was a writer looking for ideas, and I thought the quiet of the open road would give me the spark.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction






