Psychological

Long Term Fallout
My wife opened one of the special cans, so I knew it must be some sort of occasion. Anniversary? Holiday? Which one, I don’t know. I don’t keep track of those things anymore. It’s heavenly, really. I don’t have the daily grind, we don’t have to freak out about the bills, and I can spend quality time with the family, all day, every day.
By Meredith Harmon6 days ago in Fiction
𝐜υ𝐫เ𝑜𝓈ιţ𝕪 . Content Warning.
“Do You Know How Dying Feels?” She asked it the way someone asks about the weather. The room didn’t answer.
By Komal6 days ago in Fiction
The Silence
Danny used to feel it like weight. Not heavy, but solid, like someone standing behind him in a dark room, not threatening, just present, close enough that if he turned around fast enough he might catch a glimpse. The voice had never been audible. It was clearer than that. It landed inside him fully formed, without effort. Not imagination. Not guessing. Words that carried authority. Stay in faith. I will bring it to pass. Do you trust Me. Those moments had come when life was tight, when invoices went unpaid, when the repair shop sat quiet for hours longer than it should have, when fear crept in through the cracks at night. The words steadied him, not because they fixed anything instantly, but because they made the chaos feel contained.
By Joey Raines7 days ago in Fiction
Stop Complaining. Content Warning.
As a child, he was beaten and bullied. When he complained to his teachers and parents, he was told to stop moaning and grow up. The bullies were allowed to continue, so eventually he realised he would have to take things into his own hands, and a punch and a bully's broken nose was the action he took.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Fiction
“The Dream That Binds Us”
Every night, at exactly 2:17 AM, the world slips into the same dream. A burning lighthouse towers over a storm-lashed shore. A child’s voice calls out, desperate, echoing through corridors that twist impossibly. A door refuses to open, though something vital waits just beyond it. No one knows why—or at least, no one thinks they do. Except me. And recently, I’ve begun to understand something terrifying: the choices I make during the day ripple through every mind on Earth, shaping the collective nightmare.
By Waqid Ali 7 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part Two
I sat on a small rickety stool outside the wide oak door that led into the dull interior of the taskmasters’ quarters, this was becoming a far too familiar scenario. Two weeks ago, it was a brawl outside an abandoned fuel station over a case of expired cans of vegetables that got overlooked during the last rounds of looting and rioting, and the week before that a precinct six blocks over burnt to the ground. Quelling riots before they ever happened became our duty, weather it was some strategy come down from the brains up top or the fight in the people had just died out none of us knew.
By Brier7 days ago in Fiction
The Wandering Soul
The Wandering Soul Where you go, I will go; where you stay, I will stay. The air in Naomi’s home felt thick with the scent of dried lavender and woodsmoke. Beneath it was another smell, metallic, bitter, that no amount of dried herbs and flowers could hide.
By Claire McAllen7 days ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY. Content Warning.
“Midnight on Friday” is a voice driven story about what happens when ordinary people are pushed past the edge and still find a way to keep moving.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 days ago in Fiction
Frank-hearted and happy. Top Story - February 2026.
Four walls. That's all she had to look at, along with a dirt floor and the ceiling. The door had a small window with a little door that could be opened from the outside. But that hadn't happened much in the time she'd been in here.
By Raine Fielder7 days ago in Fiction
The Last Signal . AI-Generated.
Rain fell heavily over Milan, turning the streets into trembling mirrors of neon lights. In the nearly empty office on the fifteenth floor of a skyscraper in Porta Nuova, Luca stared at the screen.
By Michael Tomasetta8 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brier8 days ago in Fiction
Labor V Elite
Sheep, sheep everywhere. Sheep following along to pasture work. Sheep finding mates. Sheep producing offspring who will then
By Julie Lacksonen8 days ago in Fiction