Psychological
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
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 10 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 10 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
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 days ago in Fiction
The Twin in the Closet
Ever since the accident, life has been a little strange. Mom barely leaves her room, and Dad barely ever comes home from work. I guess it's normal for everyone to handle their grief in different ways. The problem is, I can't tell them that no one needs to grieve. Six months ago, it was my twin's and my 17th birthday, and we were on our way home from a party, and our car crashed into a tree.
By Brooke Moran11 days ago in Fiction
Invitation. Top Story - March 2026.
The invitation was elegant for all its simplicity: The management & staff of “the Epicure” are hopeful that you might grace us with your presence as we celebrate the completion of our recent renovations at the Skyview Tower.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock11 days ago in Fiction
