Psychological

The Easter Hat
“Is your mother going to come with your Easter hat?” his kindergarten teacher asked him, almost accusingly. Joshua shrugged his shoulders. He put his right forefinger up to his mouth and uttered a single cough. He scratched his head and slumped his shoulders, walking to a folding table with premade hats.
By Paul Aaron Domenick27 days ago in Fiction
THE ARCHITECT OF MY OWN RUIN: THE CAGE I BUILT FOR MYSELF
I look at the heavy iron door of my life, and the most devastating realization hits me: there is no lock on the outside. There is no cruel warden keeping me in the dark. I am the prisoner, but God help me, I am also the guard.
By Wellova 27 days ago in Fiction
The Quiet Girl in the Office
Laughter spilled through the slightly open lunchroom door, bright and sharp like glass breaking in the quiet hallway. Cindy paused outside the doorway.
By Gaurav Gupta27 days ago in Fiction
A Convening of Heaven's Conference Table.
"There will never be any peace...until God is seated at the conference table". (The ChiLites, 1973). "Hear ye. Hear ye. By the power of the All Seeing and Unseen, I thus make this holy proclamation to declare, affirm and acknowledge that...
By Novel Allen27 days ago in Fiction
Shadow On The Ledge. Content Warning.
‘So, you think life has meaning, yet here you are on the ledge? That doesn't add up.’ ‘Yes, it does. Imagine wanting to die and standing there on the edge, facing death. At first, your whole life flashes before you—each disaster feels overwhelming, piling up. The emotions freeze you. But as you stand there, something changes. Slowly, those disasters lose their weight. Painful memories fade, and suddenly, you start remembering good moments you had overlooked. It’s like your mind finally breaks free from focusing only on the bad and shows you small signs of hope you hadn’t seen before.’
By Moon Desert27 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived the Same Day for 10 Years
The first time it happened, Daniel thought it was a coincidence. He woke up at exactly 6:42 AM. The same grey light pushed through the curtains. The same car alarm beeped outside. The same neighbor slammed their apartment door down the hallway.
By Imran Pisani28 days ago in Fiction
An In-Depth Story Inspired by Gone Girl
An In-Depth Story Inspired by Gone Girl On the morning of their fifth wedding anniversary, Nick Dunne woke to the uneasy stillness of a house that felt like it was holding its breath.
By Ibrahim Shah 28 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam28 days ago in Fiction
The Shape of the Law From the Man of the Mountain. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
The man from the mountain did not come down shining but that was how people told it later, after years had worn the terror smooth and made a lantern of him in memory. When I first saw him descending through the dusk, he looked like someone who had been pulled through the inside of a storm and returned only in part. Dust clung to the hollows of his face. His robe was split at the shoulder. His mouth moved once before sound came out as if speech had been thinned by the height and had not yet thickened again in the air below; still the people surged toward him. They always did when fear and hope wore the same face.
By Cadma28 days ago in Fiction
The Therapist's Room...Nearly...
The first sign of it was the horse. Not a real horse, although that would have been easier to explain to the neighbours than half the things that happened at my place on any given Tuesday. No, this one was painted on a child’s gumboot, one red gumboot abandoned just outside my office door with a smear of mud across the toe and a tiny plastic dinosaur stuffed in the top like it had packed for the apocalypse.
By Teena Quinn 28 days ago in Fiction
The Uneven Ladder
Mark first learned the magical myth in a classroom with peeling paint and tall windows that rattled every winter when the wind pushed down the avenue. His fourth-grade teacher wrote it on the chalkboard with deliberate strokes.
By Anthony Chan28 days ago in Fiction
Bridge Over River Mortem . Content Warning.
Overhead, orange-tinged skies, warm my cold heart. It was a good day. Three days in a row we had glorious sunshine, with not a spot of rain. The mood among the people I met on my daily commute was one of optimism and hope.
By Paul Stewart28 days ago in Fiction