Psychological

Pinned
Sweat gathers at the small of your back. You writhe uncomfortably, trying to find the perfect sleeping position that doesn't exist. Lifting up the duvet briefly with an outstretched leg, cool air rushes into the swampy cocoon you've created for yourself. It feels nice for a moment, but then the shivers start, so you seal yourself in again.
By Shelby Larsen8 days ago in Fiction
Obey
I put a hand on my face and rub hard against my eyes before rolling halfway over and slapping at the buzzing plastic box perched upon the cheap wooden nightstand beside me. It feels as if sleep took me only hours ago, plunging my mind into a hurricane of brightly colored dreams. The pile of dark blankets and sheets pull off hard as they catch on feet, producing a curse and a thrash followed by a loud grunt as muscles tense and I find myself upright looking out a single small window into the street outside.
By Brier8 days ago in Fiction
My Grandfather Left Me a Wooden Statue, and Now I Hear it Moving at Night
When my Grandfather Elias passed away, he left me his cabin in the Pacific Northwest and a single, life-sized wooden carving he called "The Elderknot."
By The Glitch Archive8 days ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Care to Listen
I lived in the heart of a tourist coastal city, with fabulous beachfronts and wild nightlife entertainment. The weather was always perfect at night and scorching during the day. Local girls always toyed with the idea of meeting a man from out of the country, during his short visit and desire to do everything in that time span.
By Vincent Palmer 8 days ago in Fiction
The Ghostly garden
Every third night of every month, exactly at 10pm, an ethereal ghost, cloaked in spectral energy, floats through the desolate, fog-laden flower garden of the town of Galloway. By day the garden is an ordinary and pleasant place for the town's people to sit and read or just meditate...but by night...scattered amongst the ancient, moss-covered petals - remnants of a long forgotten civilization mysteriously appears from an obscure past life. With it comes a magical and eerie blend of dark fantasy, atmospheric realism and haunting landscapes.
By Antoni De'Leon9 days ago in Fiction
Above the Blood-Red Sky
My dear, snivelling, wretched Robert Montague, Why did you flee by daylight—for “freedom”? Freedom in a straitjacket, behind locked doors? The doctors would have you believe you are safe from the monsters in your mind.
By Paul Stewart9 days ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Fog: A Town That Never Sleeps
The town lay under a velvet fog that never fully lifted, its streets slick with damp and silence. Even the neon of the diner flickered with hesitation, as if unsure it should illuminate the night. The air carried a weight, a subtle hum that tugged at the edges of the mind—a whisper of things best left unspoken.
By Algieba9 days ago in Fiction
Don't wait until I am sick or Dead.
Let me tell you what it actually feels like to be - Living in The Town of Almost-Nice. My name is Harold Finchley, and if you reside in the town of Barnbridge - you may or may not notice that the inhabitants have a rather peculiar habit.
By Novel Allen9 days ago in Fiction
Closing Doors That Were Never Opened
Closing Doors That Were Never Opened She had a way of walking into places that were never hers, as if the world had been waiting for her all along. Doors did not need to be opened for her, she moved like they had already said yes. A smile in the right moment, a softness in her voice, and suddenly she was inside lives that had taken years to build.
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Fiction
Too Much Love Can Kill You
Too Much Love Can Kill You At first, it felt like the kind of love people dream about. The kind that arrives quietly, then suddenly fills every space in your life. There were messages all day, voices late into the night, and that constant feeling of being chosen. It made the world seem smaller, safe, nothing could reach you as long as they were there. There was no distance, no gaps, no silence, and that intensity felt like something rare, something people search their whole lives for. You told yourself this was what love was meant to feel like, full, consuming, undeniable.
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Fiction
A Kind of Stillness. Content Warning.
As spiders crawl upon your skin do you wince or lie still awake at twilight as spindles spin lacy traps across your window
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Fiction
Everyone Had a Number Above Their Head… Except Me
The first time I noticed it, I thought I was tired. It was a Monday morning, the kind that drags itself into your bones before your alarm even rings. I was standing in a crowded bus, sweat sticking to my back, when I looked up and saw it.
By Millicent Chisom10 days ago in Fiction