Psychological
Where Am I?. Content Warning.
Waking up in a cold sweat, I was trying to catch my breath and come to after having the most terrifying dream when I couldn't remember where I actually was. "Where am I?" I called out into the darkness that surrounded me. It was a good ten seconds, or so it felt, before my own echo responded. I'm sure I was in the comfort of my own bed when I fell asleep last night.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Wickedly Twisted
Deep in the Massachusetts woods, there is a sculpture of a dancer, poised in a twisted pose. It is a beautiful sunbathed landscape in shades of blues, lavenders and pale green, a heavenly sight just before dawn and as a prelude to the approaching dark of nights. A lake with the bluest water flows all around, where butterflies play and rare birds come to drink.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Key.
In a small coastal town called Serenity Cove, where the salt-kissed breeze whispered secrets to the waves, there lived a woman named Eleanor. She was known by everyone for her unwavering devotion to her late husband, Samuel, a sailor lost at sea many years ago. Eleanor's life had been marked by sorrow and solitude, her heart forever aching for the love she had lost.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.2 years ago in Fiction
The Singing Stone.
In a picturesque village nestled between rolling hills and dense, mystical forests, the townsfolk whispered tales of an ancient legend—a legend that spoke of a magical artifact known as the Singing Stone. This stone, hidden deep within the heart of the enchanted forest that bordered their village, was rumored to possess an extraordinary power: it could sing, and in its haunting melody, it would reveal the long-lost locations of hidden treasures.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.2 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life. Content Warning.
He shifted his weight on the hard park bench as the recess bell rang off in the distance. Already exhausted, he sighed as the children rushed out for their daily dose of controlled chaos. A quick glance at his watch told him his break was almost up, and a long shift was still ahead. The temptation to take a short nap almost overcame him…almost.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Never the Same . Content Warning.
Never the Same D. R. Ratliff Content warning: Violence, implied rape I stared at the rocking chair on the porch and wondered if things would ever be the same again. I used to love to come here on holidays when Granny and Grandpa were alive. My brothers and I played football on the lush lawn, waiting for Thanksgiving dinner or outside, showing off our new toys at Christmas. But we’d grown up and had families of our own, and our father and grandparents died years ago and our mother four months ago. No one had been here in a long time—until today.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Couch
Ricky grabbed a cold can of soda from his fridge and sat down in his new looking couch, popped the can and started drinking, unaware the couch always looked new despite being passed from owner to owner for hundreds of years, each time driving its owner insane.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Veronica Ganz (Retold)
New York. Early 1940s. Many of the kids in there preferred to play indoors, since they are afraid of what was outside that could catch them. No, it wasn't any stranger or a mad dog or something. Worse than that, it was the child who put fear on everyone else around the block.
By Kylecovey Smith2 years ago in Fiction
