Psychological

The Psychiatrist and the Patient’s Mirror
The world renowned psychiatrist was baffled. The patient named Norm was deteriorating, or so it seemed. During each session, he prodded and poked Norm, trying to find what made him so unusual.
By Dean Traylor6 days ago in Fiction
Ashtray Regrets
She had high hopes. Promises of potential. "Potential to be - someone." But high hopes and trauma don't mix. Regrets and ashtray full of smoked-out blunts.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: Part 3
In the morning, Jade gathered his belongings and joined his mother for their planned trip to a rustic farm. They had decided to spend a week at a hotel by the sea, hoping the change of scenery would be therapeutic for Jade. The idea ofthe peaceful farm and the soothing ocean was a welcome distraction from the recent upheaval in Jade's life. As they arrived at the train station, Faty purchased two cups of coffee to sustain them through the journey. Jade, though seemingly composed, was still grappling with the shock of recent events. The doctor’s diagnosis and his mother’s insistence on spiritual intervention had left him feeling unsettled. He sipped his coffee, lost in thought, as they waited for the train.
By el hariti adil7 days ago in Fiction
4:37 AM
With a long, exhausted blink, his glued eyes open. A couple more swift blinks followed by a resonating, endless yawn. Then, a sudden twitch, as if a thousand needles pierced his body. “What day is it?! Did I oversleep?!” The world hushed, and all he heard was the pulse of his heart drumming against his eardrums in a manic rhythm. With a still numb hand, he searched in the dark for his phone. Heavy breathing, strong palpitations, His hand picking up the pace. He lifted the blanket, tossed aside pillows, searching. Nothing. The air in the room thickened, and still, he didn’t know. Was it another dawn, or the mids of the night? For too long, his days and nights had blurred into a single, bleak darkness. Finally, he sees a black square resting on the white towel by his bed. His finger tapped the screen manically, and finally, it revealed the time: 4:37 in the morning. The drummer slowed down the beat, and all that fills the room is calming silence.
By George Roast7 days ago in Fiction
Tower in the Mountains
Steam danced around the surface of the hot dark liquid residing in Igor's mug. He had placed it upon the heavy wooden table in the center of the room a moment early to let it cool while he stared out through a pair of binoculars, across the cold rocky landscape around him. The large man sat in the top floor of an old tower nearly seventy feet in the air, but he still felt uneasy every time he peered outside.
By Brier7 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: Part 2
The doctor handed Jade a prescription and wished him good luck before letting him go. As Jade exited the hospital, he found his mother waiting outside with an unfamiliar woman. "Hello Mom, hello Madame," Jade greeted them. Faty, his mother, asked how the appointment went and then introduced the woman standing beside her. "Jade, this is Madame Hayley, and she's a psychic," she announced. Taken aback, Jade
By el hariti adil7 days ago in Fiction
Oleksandr und Mavrin
In those accursed days when the sky itself seemed to have turned Russian and was spitting iron on the black earth of Donbas, Oleksandr marched with the rest of his platoon like a man already half-dead. The war had eaten everything gentle in him. Only the memory of Andriy still burned--Andriy with his quick laugh, his crooked front tooth, the way he used to press his cold nose into Oleksandr's neck at night and whisper, "We'll live through this, Sashko. We'll go to Lviv and open a stupid little café and forget all this blood."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR7 days ago in Fiction
Pinned
Sweat gathers at the small of your back. You writhe uncomfortably, trying to find the perfect sleeping position that doesn't exist. Lifting up the duvet briefly with an outstretched leg, cool air rushes into the swampy cocoon you've created for yourself. It feels nice for a moment, but then the shivers start, so you seal yourself in again.
By Shelby Larsen8 days ago in Fiction
Obey
I put a hand on my face and rub hard against my eyes before rolling halfway over and slapping at the buzzing plastic box perched upon the cheap wooden nightstand beside me. It feels as if sleep took me only hours ago, plunging my mind into a hurricane of brightly colored dreams. The pile of dark blankets and sheets pull off hard as they catch on feet, producing a curse and a thrash followed by a loud grunt as muscles tense and I find myself upright looking out a single small window into the street outside.
By Brier8 days ago in Fiction
My Grandfather Left Me a Wooden Statue, and Now I Hear it Moving at Night
When my Grandfather Elias passed away, he left me his cabin in the Pacific Northwest and a single, life-sized wooden carving he called "The Elderknot."
By The Glitch Archive8 days ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Care to Listen
I lived in the heart of a tourist coastal city, with fabulous beachfronts and wild nightlife entertainment. The weather was always perfect at night and scorching during the day. Local girls always toyed with the idea of meeting a man from out of the country, during his short visit and desire to do everything in that time span.
By Vincent Palmer 9 days ago in Fiction
The Ghostly garden
Every third night of every month, exactly at 10pm, an ethereal ghost, cloaked in spectral energy, floats through the desolate, fog-laden flower garden of the town of Galloway. By day the garden is an ordinary and pleasant place for the town's people to sit and read or just meditate...but by night...scattered amongst the ancient, moss-covered petals - remnants of a long forgotten civilization mysteriously appears from an obscure past life. With it comes a magical and eerie blend of dark fantasy, atmospheric realism and haunting landscapes.
By Antoni De'Leon9 days ago in Fiction