Psychological

Midnight on Murder Island
The night was shrouded in darkness as a storm raged over Murder Island, an isolated piece of land nestled deep in the unforgiving sea. The island had earned its ominous name from the legends of disappearances and unsolved mysteries that had plagued its history.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
The Cryptic Cipher
In a world where mysteries abound and adventure beckons, there exists a tale shrouded in enigma and intrigue—the story of "The Cryptic Cipher." This narrative unfolds in the dimly lit corridors of history, where a message, encoded with secrets and guarded by time, holds the promise of discovering a hidden treasure beyond imagination.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
The Cryptic Cipher
In a world where mysteries abound and adventure beckons, there exists a tale shrouded in enigma and intrigue—the story of "The Cryptic Cipher." This narrative unfolds in the dimly lit corridors of history, where a message, encoded with secrets and guarded by time, holds the promise of discovering a hidden treasure beyond imagination.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Heirloom
In the dimly lit archives of the city's historical society, Detective Sarah Mitchell stumbled upon a dusty box that would change the course of her career. Inside, a series of yellowed letters, faded photographs, and cryptic documents revealed the story of "The Vanishing Heirloom," a century-old mystery that had eluded countless investigators before her.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Shadows
In the heart of a sleepy, forgotten town, there stood an imposing structure known as the "Ravenwood Manor." Its dark, Gothic architecture cast an eerie silhouette against the moonlit sky, and the whispers of the townsfolk spoke of unspeakable horrors lurking within its walls. This is the story of "Whispers in the Shadows" - the unraveling of the enigma of a haunted manor.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
Message in a Bottle
The Letter from Tike; Exposure by Kultwrite. A letter arrived at the doorstep of my humble beginnings in this manner, and in that letter that had no date or time of placement I had felt that it was an urgent matter that needed my retainment henceforth. Being the man that I am or was, I had told those seeking solitude and yet in need of the services that I offer to expel me a written note with no time or date upon it and ship it to me within a fortnight of my requiring. Here the note then landed upon the subtle mailroom floor whereas I found it and opened it instantly.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
It Comes From Within
*unedited The evening was coming to an end as the busy town of Woodbury prepared for bed. Owners had locked their doors and closed down their shops, leaving no lights on with the exception of an LED sign. On Chasity Lane was a mall strip and walking along the sides were people who had overstayed their welcome after closing and were headed to their cars. After a while, the parking lot which was semi-packed with cars, had decreased to only three vehicles: a blue Beetle, a Wrangler, and a motorcycle. At the corner of the strip was a bar named Mel's and standing in front was a trio of lively women in their late twenties, throwing their heads back in laughter.
By Mi World2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Struggles
Once upon a time, in a little town, lived a man named Alex. Alex appeared to be the happiest guy you could meet on the outside. Always ready with a smile and a joke. But within, a tempest was raging.
By Esther Anima2 years ago in Fiction
The Reappearance of Sir Edwin Cole Sr.
The Reappearance of Sir Edwin Cole Sr. Here, I found the late evening hours longing and raging on as the heat from the furnace was poetically cultivating heat from the fires it bore, a man gaining entry into the dorm that I was occupying. He seemingly had a vague expression cast upon his face as if nothing seemed to be the matter, and yet, here he was. I wondered up to the man, as I was in charge of admissions for the night and asked him if he was in need of assistance of any kind, then as if struck by some form of spell that he had been visible to, the man before me began to speak in a manner that was both provocative and highly unusual for the clientele that cater here.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Fear of the Unseen
In a quiet, picturesque town nestled among rolling hills and lush forests, lived a man named Samuel. Samuel was known for his unwavering courage and skepticism. He often said, "They say men can't be afraid of what they can't see. Then why is he afraid of ghosts? And if he is afraid of the unseen, then why is he not afraid of God?"
By Haris Kamran2 years ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Guilt
My madness had begun with the vulture-like eye of my housemate, an eye that haunted me day and night. Each day, I had grown more convinced that it was the eye that needed to be extinguished from this world, not its owner. And so, with the stealth of a shadow, I had carried out my malevolent plan.
By Ionut Drake2 years ago in Fiction
The Sovereign
As you, the bonehead, move toward the lofty position of the Ruler, you might be shocked by his nonappearance. The Sovereign doesn't sit around idly in a seat, no matter what the power attached to it. The Ruler is effectively stirring the tumult into design and request. He is twisted at the knee, ruining his pants. His sleeves are moved as far as possible up and his elbows are somewhere down in the brokenness of his Realm. He is the magic that binds everything, and he does it no sweat. He is the Sun energy, the trusted and recuperated divine manly. He makes each ladylike crease, however just has his eyes set on one moon, his darling Ruler.
By ARTIST2 years ago in Fiction