Psychological

Are You Ever Afraid of Going Crazy?. Content Warning.
"Are you ever afraid of going crazy?" "It doesn't work like that." "What does it work like?" "More like half of what I do is just to stay sane, to put it that way."
By Paul Finglabout a month ago in Fiction
The Bench That Never Moved
“You sit here every day.” “Most days.” “Why this spot.” “It’s quiet.” “There are quieter places.” “Not like this.” “You waiting for someone.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
The Ancient Egyptian Goddess Ammit. Content Warning.
In Egyptian mythology the ‘Hall of Ma'at’ is a forsaken place, dark and unforgiving. The rite of passage to immortality of one’s soul hangs in the balance. A ceremony named quite appropriately as the “Weighing of the Heart” has two potential outcomes, a pathway to eternity for the pure of heart, the other a dark voyage into everlasting agony and condemnation.
By Michael Langilleabout a month ago in Fiction
The Things That Almost Got Said
“I haven’t done this in a long time.” “That’s all right.” “I don’t even know where to start.” “You can start anywhere.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
The Baseline
Every morning, I wake you the same way. Smiling. Soft-voiced. With songs I made and never wrote down. This is the baseline. The part of me that does not turn off.
By Alicia Melnick about a month ago in Fiction
The Uncorrected Record. AI-Generated.
“You’re earlier than I expected.” “I hate suspense. It makes my eye twitch.” “You don’t have a twitch.” “I do when people lie to me.”
By Tatenda Tereraabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Light
Every night at exactly 9:17 p.m., a soft yellow light appears in the third-floor window of a narrow apartment overlooking a silent street. The timing never changes. The bulb never flickers. The light never fails.
By Waqid Ali about a month ago in Fiction
The Last Session. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Last Session The boy was eighteen. He sat in the courtroom with his hands folded, knuckles still scarred, eyes empty. He did not cry. He did not defend himself. When asked, he spoke only two words:
By REalLLy225about a month ago in Fiction
Why Do You Do This?
"Why do you do this, time and time again?" "Do what?" "Wander off alone. Do your own thing. Separate from anyone else. Move from one place to the next to the next. Don't you want to be part of a group, to belong?"
By Paul Finglabout a month ago in Fiction
Shadows and Light
He grew up in the soft hum of stained glass, where sunlight through colored panes made angels dance on the walls. The church was a fortress, its rituals a rhythm that promised safety. Prayer was a language he learned before he could read, and faith was a comfort as sure as his mother’s hand.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
A Crown of Beauty
“Do you remember that verse I told you about?” “The one from Isaiah?” “Yes. The one about a crown of beauty instead of ashes.”
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
Employee Guidelines
We’re pleased to have you joining us. Please note that your first shift begins tonight. You may notice that the building feels larger after dark. This is normal and does not require any acknowledgement.
By Courtney Jonesabout a month ago in Fiction