Psychological
Lost in Thought At the Park. Content Warning.
I am not really sure how long I had been sitting there, just staring at the passerbys and the people enjoying themselves at the park. It was not uncommon for me to lose track of time on these "days off" I took from time to time.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Steele Pursuit
In the heart of bustling New York City, under the glow of neon lights and amidst the ceaseless hum of the metropolis, stood Detective Isabella Steele. With her striking blonde hair and a slender, graceful figure, she was an enigmatic force in the gritty world of crime, like her Dad who was in his time a prolific police officer before he was killed in a shootout, she had vowed to do all it takes to be an honest officer and a fighter of crime, he thought her to be resilient and bold in the face of adversities. And this she upholds no matter the situation.
By Larry Armstrong2 years ago in Fiction
The Skaft Sprunga Hotel
My name’s Jimmy Stark, and I like to work. Except today. I was working at Skaft Sprunga Hotel, and usually I was checking guests in to their rooms and telling the bellhop where to bring their luggage. but instead of packaging goods like the others, I was hanging out with someone. It was a girl who I thought was cool, someone special. She had Asperger's, just like me, and we were both working at the hotel together.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers into Madness . Content Warning.
The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, yet its warm glow brought little comfort. Another sleepless night had left my mind clouded as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I knew what waited for me beyond these walls—the piercing stares, hushed whispers that followed wherever I walked. Like ghosts they haunted me, echoing fragments of conversations I wasn't meant to hear.
By Atugwu Racheal2 years ago in Fiction
