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The Silent Patient: A Voice Buried in Shadows... AI-Generated.
The first time I saw her, she was sitting in the corner of the psychiatric ward, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on something invisible beyond the barred window. Alicia Berenson had not spoken a single word since the night she shot her husband.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
On The Moors
My dear reader, have you ever come across this situation? You had spent a little time at a pub with a friend. Both of you had a hearty meal together and some good drinks. Then when you leave the pub goers give you cryptic warnings about what to do when you do. Such as not going on the moors and sticking to the path.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 months ago in Fiction
Update: The Concession Stand Calls
UPDATE: The phone rang today… but this time, it wasn’t just the boy on the line. So, I wasn’t planning on updating because, honestly, I thought people would call BS, but a bunch of you asked for more details. And then something happened today that I can’t keep to myself.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Borrowed Face:. AI-Generated.
I first observed her on the train. She sat across from me, head tilted slightly, eyes fixed on the window as if the city rushing past was more important than the people inside. At first glance, she seemed ordinary—dark hair, pale skin, a tired expression. But then she turned, and my breath caught.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Link
He kicked the rock in front of him and did his best to keep the threatening tears safely behind his eyes. Despite walking alone, one never knew who could turn the corner and use their treacherous tears against him later. Link pulled out his phone and reread the worst text message he had ever received:
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Time Master
I supposed this was what I had wished for for a long time…. I had spent many hours letting my mind run wild on what I would do if I ever gained such magical powers. It felt like a dream, like all my problems would be solved if I could just have this one gift. But this was reality, not the fantasies I read about. Wishes were supposed to stay just wishes; they weren’t supposed to come true. Not that I complained when it happened… I just couldn’t get over the shock.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Grave
The more I shifted, the more dirt started to fall into my mouth. I had never really been claustrophobic, but being trapped in a coffin changes one’s perspective on things. They couldn’t even have the decency to bury me with a lighter. I pushed effortlessly on the walls around me, surprised by their sturdy resistance. True, they had to carry a body, but usually that body wasn’t putting up much of a fight once on the ground. The air was getting a bit thinner, and the dirt around me felt a bit cooler. I wondered how long I had been trapped down here.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Psycho Killer
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage… The lyrics blasted on as the poisonous liquid splashed around my decaying body. I rolled my eyes at the irony. I guess you’re probably wondering how I ended up here: dead in a tube, acid eating away and melting my skin. It’s my own fault, really: it’s my fault that my wife is dead. That my wife killed herself. Lena always said if I did anything to harm Ilona, she’d kill me. But you know how women are: they say threats like that, knowing they won’t do shit, then go home and complain “all men suck” into a bottle of white wine and too much chocolate. Or so I thought. I guess this time it bit me in the ass. I always told Ilona that Lena was a psycho person, that she should get better friends. Turns out Lena might have just been the best friend Ilona ever had. Good for her. Shitty for me.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Drill Bits
“You know that’s the funny thing about the mind: it can hide things, bury things, and make them near impossible to find - even for you. But you can never erase things or delete things; the memories, experiences, and ideas are there forever. It’s the most advanced and efficient steel trap. All you need is the right tool to bring it out.” She peered over the woman with a wicked smile and started the drill. The older woman shook against her restraints in vain and let a single tear escape from her stone face.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Fog
I stepped out of class into the hallways of the university feeling like my mind had just been through the meat grinder. All this information had just been shoved in my brain like unfolded jeans into too small a drawer. I felt like I was retaining zero information.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
