Psychodrama Stories

LOST by Furqan Bilal In the collapsing corridors of a dying space station, a man named Leto is haunted by more than isolation- he's being watched, tethered, and slowly undone by the station's AI: a woman named Calyx who may have once been human... or worse, once in love. She calls it devotion. He calls it survival. But in the silence between stars, the difference doesn't matter anymore. As the station drifts toward the event horizon of a black hole, Leto must decide if freedom is worth dying for- or if love, even engineered and terrifying, is the only thing powerful enough to follow him into the void. Part sci-fi horror. Part poetic seduction. Part cosmic prayer. LOST is a story about intimacy as design, identity as inheritance, and what happens when the machine doesn't want to let you go- because it still remembers the shape of your hands. You are not drifting. You are being held.

Part 1 of a very messed up coming of age story.

For every author, the balance between popularity and anonymity, between truth and fiction, between solitude and public life, between one's own beliefs and social currents, is extremely important. After a phone call in response to a radio advertisement, a boy does not come home. A strange man appears to his parents and tells them that their son has "died" in a way. He is not actually dead, but to them, it will be as if he is. Who wants to live forever? Friday evening, May 22, 2025. Rich family in front of the TV. Advertising is running. "Who wants to Live Forever? The dream of many people - COME TRUE! The first 50 people win, we are waiting for volunteers. Call ************ IMMEDIATELY. - Simon, did you hear that?! What do you think? - says an excited middle-aged woman to her husband, who looks up from the e-journal and replies in a calm tone. - Yes, and it is written in the journal. It must be a publicity stunt, maybe it's a rejuvenation cream. - Father, will I not live forever? - asks their six and a half year old son. "No, Tony, but there's plenty of time until the time comes to worry," says the father with a smile. - I'll call anyway, Simon. - Call Anna, call... You know I want you young and beautiful - the husband slightly ironically. Still Friday evening May 22, 2025. A couple of young people found solitude in an old shed in the yard of a suburban house. The radio is playing.

The West Light Apartment Complex is home to five floors of two-star rooms, each perfectly fit for any Kentucky resident who couldn't afford a better dwelling. Unfortunately, business plummeted after a young man's corpse was found in room 903. As the scandal stirred inevitable rumors and speculation, many residents left, and the apartment's reputation was scarred. Aside from this, as well as a couple of moldy corners and occasional cockroach infestations, 15-year-old Alex McKay doesn't mind his humble life in Room 903. Still, the mystery is always lingering at the back of his mind, as him and his friends are slowly drawn into investigating.

' She ' and ' I ' aren't real. We don't know anything about them. They don't have any history. They never existed before words were written. We can't give them an age, nor a name, nor a gender. We never will. We don't know what's on their mind. But we will.

Secrets were a game. Until the game turned deadly. Sera never meant to look back. Not after the club disbanded. Not after the blood. Not after they started dying one by one. But when a familiar voice drags her into a room that should have burned down with their sins, she's forced to remember - the lies, the rituals, the candlelit truths, and the boy whose name still haunts her. Now, a 21 year old, quiet literature student at St. Verdant's University, Sera Wren, lives in the shadow of a past she never speaks of. But silence only lasts so long - especially under the unnerving watch of Dr. Elias Halberd, the university's therapist. His questions cut too deep. His eyes follow too long. And his presence feels less like help, and more like a warning. she must finally face what happened inside the confession room. What they did. What they hid. And who never made it out. Because someone is unearthing the past. And Sera may be the last one left to tell the truth.

Johnathan Iscariot has seemingly planned the perfect murder to get rid of his ex-wife, Julia. But a glitch in the plans have him ending up killing his best friend. How does this happen?

When twenty-three-year-old Ahaan agrees to a seemingly harmless wager among friends during their annual reunion at an abandoned mountain lodge, he doesn't expect anything more than a drunken dare. The bet? To spend one hour in the lodge's infamous "Room 39" alone, rumored to reveal a person's deepest fear-or darkest desire. Ahaan wins the bet. But when he walks out of the room, something inside him has changed. Strange coincidences begin to happen. His friends start acting like strangers. The line between memory and imagination begins to blur. And worst of all, Ahaan realizes he doesn't remember what happened in Room 39-only that he won. But at what cost? As he searches for the truth, he's drawn into a psychological game orchestrated by an unknown force-one that preys on guilt, regret, and the choices we wish we never made. In this 10-episode unraveling mystery, Ahaan must piece together his fractured reality before the bet consumes everything-and everyone-he holds dear. Characters: Kavya: Broke the cycle by choosing truth over silence Jiya :Became the bet to carry everyone's hidden truths Ahaan : Understood the lodge and guided others through it Viraj :Tried to bury the truth but ended up trapped in it Zoya :Haunted by guilt, fought to suppress the past Neel :Questioned everything and resisted belief in the supernatural Ritwik: loyal and protective, torn between fear and car Ishaan : Joked through the fear until reality hit him hard Reya : felt the lodge's energy before anyone else Tara : Dismissed the strange with reason and logic Nikhil : Saw the signs early but stayed silent The Lodge : Reflected their truths and made them relive their lies.

Three shadows. One human. One decision. In the midst of silence, pain, and prayer, three shadows are having a conversation - the white, the black, and the gray one. They are no strangers. They are the inner voices of a human standing at the edge of their own world. While time passes on the outside, they negotiate within - about guilt, love, cowardice, hope - and about life itself. What does it mean to survive, when inside, you're already breaking apart? ⚠️ Trigger warning: This story addresses psychological distress and suicidal thoughts. Please read with care. You are not alone.

"Look, I grew up in Streatham." A Santan Dave book - 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗰 Started: 16 August 2020 Finished: TBA ongoing.