Psychological

Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction
Leader
Hearken ye now unto a tale: A tale of daring, strength, courage. A tale of woe, danger, and spite. A tale whose ending is yet to be written: This is the tale of a powerful tribe of once proven warriors whose cultural notions celebrate freedom, idealism, and strength tempered with compassion.
By Andrew C McDonald11 days ago in Fiction
The Soul of My Boots
One moment, I’m laughing uncontrollably as my best friend pushes me in a tire swing. The sky pours into my vision as I lean back, a kaleidoscope of sky and clouds peaking through the leaves and branches. I close my eyes, relishing the moment.
By Caitlin Humphreys11 days ago in Fiction
The Dysgraphia Society 🜁
The change began so gradually that no one could say when it started. Only that, at some point, the people of Lyradon stopped writing as they normally did, and stopped feeling things the way they used to.
By Novel Allen11 days ago in Fiction
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 12 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 Shea12 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