Psychological
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member about 6 hours ago in Fiction
Crier
“Hear ye, hear ye…!” He really went all out this time. I mean, no one expected Albert to wear the full outfit that early into the celebrations. It was six in the morning, and he was right in the dead center of Antonville, right underneath the bunting and the flags, standing by the statue of the town founder (not important right now, but you know the place is called Antonville, so…), and he did not even have a microphone or bullhorn. But I heard him. He was right by my café and I had just gotten up to make the coffee for the day. Not that I did not expect to see him out there, but it was a real shock to hear it at first.
By Kendall Defoe about 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Lower Shelf
The Lower Shelf by luccian.layth An old bookstore on a street he won't remember the name of. Ghaith pulls a book from the bottom shelf, wipes the dust with his finger without meaning to. A woman stands nearby reading upright, as though standing is part of the act.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
Time Bomb. Top Story - April 2026. Content Warning.
Theresa hobbled forward like a broken clock. Tick…tick tock, tock, tick… She thought about the events in her young life that had brought her to this moment. What was the ticking bomb that pushed her over the edge?
By Julie Lacksonena day ago in Fiction
The Library Card
Step Inside Any Story You've Ever Read THE CARD THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 🃏 Twelve-year-old Zara Okafor found the library card tucked inside a returned copy of "A Wrinkle in Time" at the Greenville Public Library where she spent every afternoon after school because her mother worked double shifts at the hospital and the library was the only safe place within walking distance of her school, and Zara who had read every book in the young adult section twice and who had moved on to the adult fiction shelves with the precocious hunger of a child whose real life was too small for her imagination, picked up the card assuming it had been left by the previous borrower and intending to turn it in at the front desk, but when she looked at the card she noticed it was different from the standard Greenville library cards which were plain white with a barcode, because this card was made of something that felt like metal but flexed like paper, and it was warm to the touch despite having been inside a closed book, and instead of a name and barcode it contained a single line of text in gold lettering that read "Present this card to enter any book you choose" 📖
By The Curious Writera day ago in Fiction
Sophie. Content Warning.
She was so innocent. Head full of ideas, heart full of dreams. She was the best friend a girl (or a boy) could ever ask for. But that was before. Before her ideas got laughed at. Her dreams were shattered. And her friends forsaked her. That was before the case.
By Maya Or Tzur2 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
There was something about the silence of empty stations that gnawed at him. The flickering fluorescent lights, the echo of his footsteps on long, deserted platforms, the way shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally across tiled floors—it all felt wrong. The night belonged to things unseen, and Arman had always believed that traveling through it was an invitation to meet them.
By Salman Writes3 days ago in Fiction
