Psychological
You Learn the Shape of Silence
The first time Mara left food on her plate, no one said anything. That was how she knew. Dinner had already ended. Chairs pushed in. Dishes stacked. The sound of the tap running in the kitchen, steady and indifferent. Everyone else had finished.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻3 days ago in Fiction
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"What of it!?" the woman said, staring at the Victories. "What of it!?" She was merciless in her berating of the guards. "You stooges are part of the problem!" she shouted, walking towards them. "I spit on your antiquated mores, and your withered obeisances. You're a cancer to the very word that this establishment uses to define you. I spit on it and I spit on you!"
By John Scipio3 days ago in Fiction
Ra'ad Does Not Dwell in Time . Content Warning.
Ra'ad Does Not Dwell in Time By luccian layth Here collapses a corner of events — purely narrative, risen from the drain of our old house's gutter, seeping into the channels of a despondent city. Dark of atmosphere. Wretched to look upon. Like an old grey woman the ages have ruined, her sides ulcerated, spoiled like dried apple where worms have long since finished their work and moved on to something equally forgettable.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 days ago in Fiction
The Downstream
The record player in the corner playing "Rock the Casbah" skipped every two seconds but it took three minutes for anyone to notice. Being in rural Wisconsin, there was loads of beer, plenty of cheese, and everyone's children were there too, making a racket because they had nowhere else to be. With all that going on maybe nobody noticing the music kind of made sense.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 days ago in Fiction
Ping
Laughter at the beach tickles my ears, blending with the harmony of the crashing waves. Smiles on every beachgoer greet my gaze as the sun shines down upon us. The perfect day off. Away from the four walls of the office building located many miles away. Time to just lie back and enjoy the ocean view. My eyes close, allowing the gentle, serene waves to soothe my nerves and wash away thoughts of stress. Tension recedes from my muscles with each pat from the water on the shore while the sun kisses my dark skin. This is what they mean when they say tropical bliss.
By Iris Harris3 days ago in Fiction
The Envious Man and the Man of Light
In a quiet town of modest size, where neighbors knew each other by name and life moved at a gentle pace, there lived two men in adjoining houses. At first glance, they seemed ordinary—just two residents sharing a boundary wall. But behind that wall grew a darkness that would soon change both their lives forever.
By Mariana Farias3 days ago in Fiction
The Last Days
The Last Days Part I Kinsley clutched her throat and began squeezing harder and harder. As Lacy lay on the ground dreaming of mermaids. She couldn’t help but wonder as her mind drifted to darkness. The night grew silent, as Lacy lay on the ground lifeless.
By Charelle Landers4 days ago in Fiction
Perfect people on perfect social media pages.
Restaurant “N”. A week in advance, I reserve a table at one of the most popular restaurants in the city. I spend days preparing for the evening, imagining the atmosphere — elegant interiors, expensive details, a table overlooking the city at sunset.
By Eliza Woodstorm4 days ago in Fiction
