Psychological

Swan Lake
My sister has just called me on Watsapp, which is extraordinary since Watsapp has been consistently blocked in Russia since January.
By Lana V Lynx11 days ago in Fiction
Support Group
After 40 years of marriage, you think that I would be ready to say goodbye. You think that there would be some understanding that not everything could remain the same forever, but still. Waking up in a bed that for 40 years held both of us alone is not something that I ever knew how to get used to.
By Brooke Moran11 days ago in Fiction
The Pink Writer. Content Warning.
The Pink Writer: The CEO in Saddle Shoes A vignette from the girl who refused the script “It’s strange to grow up in a world that told girls to shrink,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 days ago in Fiction
Lap Cat. Top Story - March 2026.
My nose is dripping, and Delia is tracing her fingers through my hair. Her husband is shirtless by the microwave, heating up leftovers from New Year's Eve. In 60 seconds, I'll be shoving mouthfuls of risotto between my quivering lips like a child and picking at semi-stale dinner rolls. Then, I'll pass my plate to one of their three Tabby cats (whom I can never tell apart) and let him/her/them (?) lick it clean.
By Erin Latham Shea11 days ago in Fiction
The Truth Is Out There
My future is as uncertain as my past. I’ve pondered it for my entire life and still have few answers. The truth is out there - like the quote from the television show, The X-Files. They say to look within, but what can I find in an empty shell?
By Andrea Corwin 12 days ago in Fiction
Before It Holds
They noticed it first in the door. Not immediately. Not as a single moment. More as a hesitation that didn’t used to be there.
By Alain SUPPINI12 days ago in Fiction
The Blinding Dark. Content Warning.
There was a dark place on the edge of the marsh. No one could quite describe precisely how it was dark. It wasn’t that there was a persistent shadow, and it had nothing to do with the underbrush. One couldn’t really call it a thicket. Every aspect of it could be seen clearly: every branch and leaf and blade of reed grass. Nor did the fog tend to gather there in excess. If anything, it wasn’t necessarily a visual darkness, but rather a feeling.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden12 days ago in Fiction
Beneath the Blood-Red Sky
Dearest Count, I am afraid to tell you that I will not be able to fulfil my duties. I had thought I would kneel at your feet as you darkened the bright city lights of London with your terror, feasting upon the crimson sustenance so readily offered by wench and gentleman alike.
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Fiction
The Door That Only Opens Once
Hamza had lived in the apartment for two years. Nothing unusual ever happened. Until the door appeared. It was late evening when he first noticed it.
By Salman Writes12 days ago in Fiction
Where I Kept Her
When the woman he loves vanishes, Daniel is left with fragments - unfinished sentences, strange notes, and a growing sense that her absence isn’t as complete as it should be.
By Lori A. A.12 days ago in Fiction
Knife Triangle
“No, I’ve never cheated on my boyfriend,” Everet said, wondering why his tone was masking an invitation as a statement. “Do you think that might change tonight?” Luca asked seductively.
By Travis Dylan12 days ago in Fiction
The Coin That Wouldn’t Leave
The man found the coin on the sidewalk after the St. Patrick’s Day parade ended. The street was still littered with green confetti, plastic beads, and crushed beer cans. Crowds were thinning out as people staggered toward bars or rides home.
By V-Ink Stories12 days ago in Fiction