Psychological
Eternal Echoes of Love
In the city where time is gold, amidst the chaos and noise, Adrian, a struggling musician with a guitar and dreams of making it big, met Isabella, an aspiring writer with a heart full of poetry. Their road crossed one rainy evening in a dimly lit coffee shop.
By Ronna Donque2 years ago in Fiction
Fatal Melodies: The Deadly Secrets of Karaoke
Today, we'll look at three fascinating tales about people who went to forbidden locations despite being warned not to. Fair enough, one of these tales is more about a wrong action than a specific location, but we felt it was near enough to mention. Before we get started, let me just say that you've come to the perfect spot if you enjoy stories that are unusual, dark, and mysterious. We post a new narrative every week, and that is our area of expertise. If you're interested, please follow this strange ritual: eat one orange in front of the like button, gush about how delicious it is, and then present the like button your second imagined orange. Just be sure to keep quiet that it's actually the fruit of a strychnine tree and not an actual orange. Also, if you want to make sure you don't miss any of our weekly uploads, please think about subscribing to our channel and turning on all alerts.
By Hudhayfa Sizya2 years ago in Fiction
The Dog Days of Summer are Not Over
Author's preface: If you think you know where this story is going, I promise you do not. I urge you to give it a chance and stick with it all the way to the end. It is a bit of a long slog and may test your patience, but I think you will find it worth the effort. No matter how you feel about the ending I guarantee you will feel something.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Where Am I?. Content Warning.
Waking up in a cold sweat, I was trying to catch my breath and come to after having the most terrifying dream when I couldn't remember where I actually was. "Where am I?" I called out into the darkness that surrounded me. It was a good ten seconds, or so it felt, before my own echo responded. I'm sure I was in the comfort of my own bed when I fell asleep last night.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Wickedly Twisted
Deep in the Massachusetts woods, there is a sculpture of a dancer, poised in a twisted pose. It is a beautiful sunbathed landscape in shades of blues, lavenders and pale green, a heavenly sight just before dawn and as a prelude to the approaching dark of nights. A lake with the bluest water flows all around, where butterflies play and rare birds come to drink.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Key.
In a small coastal town called Serenity Cove, where the salt-kissed breeze whispered secrets to the waves, there lived a woman named Eleanor. She was known by everyone for her unwavering devotion to her late husband, Samuel, a sailor lost at sea many years ago. Eleanor's life had been marked by sorrow and solitude, her heart forever aching for the love she had lost.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.2 years ago in Fiction
The Singing Stone.
In a picturesque village nestled between rolling hills and dense, mystical forests, the townsfolk whispered tales of an ancient legend—a legend that spoke of a magical artifact known as the Singing Stone. This stone, hidden deep within the heart of the enchanted forest that bordered their village, was rumored to possess an extraordinary power: it could sing, and in its haunting melody, it would reveal the long-lost locations of hidden treasures.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.2 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life. Content Warning.
He shifted his weight on the hard park bench as the recess bell rang off in the distance. Already exhausted, he sighed as the children rushed out for their daily dose of controlled chaos. A quick glance at his watch told him his break was almost up, and a long shift was still ahead. The temptation to take a short nap almost overcame him…almost.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Never the Same . Content Warning.
Never the Same D. R. Ratliff Content warning: Violence, implied rape I stared at the rocking chair on the porch and wondered if things would ever be the same again. I used to love to come here on holidays when Granny and Grandpa were alive. My brothers and I played football on the lush lawn, waiting for Thanksgiving dinner or outside, showing off our new toys at Christmas. But we’d grown up and had families of our own, and our father and grandparents died years ago and our mother four months ago. No one had been here in a long time—until today.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Couch
Ricky grabbed a cold can of soda from his fridge and sat down in his new looking couch, popped the can and started drinking, unaware the couch always looked new despite being passed from owner to owner for hundreds of years, each time driving its owner insane.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
