Pychological قصص

"A church that lived and died by pretty lies." In this small Southern town Josephine believes she understands the life she's been given. She is the preacher's wife, she makes the iced sweet tea and smiles when expected. As Josephine continues into motherhood, she begins to notice what the town celebrates, what it erases, and who is allowed to be forgiven. When a famous blues musician returns home, old loyalties, old sins, and the quiet certainty that nothing buried ever truly leaves drifts back into town. The truth does not arrive all at once. It seeps in slowly, like something in the water-through glances held too long and names never spoken. By the time Josephine understands the cost of what has been protected, it is too late to undo it. Some things are never meant to be poured out. They are sweetened, decorated with lemon, and called tradition.

In a small town a little away from miami a lot of people have been found dead in their bathrooms their blood smeared on their mirrors leaving clues and pictures as detectives James hogan joins the case to crack the code something drastic happens in the plot of his clues. can he figure out who committed the crimes and what is happening in the town?

Sometimes I wish I knew what it felt like to be someone else, anyone other than me, really. It's not that I dislike who I am(I do sometimes), or even that I'm lost. It's more like... I'm curious. Curious about the weight of other people's thoughts. The texture of their fears. The shape of their joy. None of us walk the same path, even if the streets overlap. None of us carry the same sky, even when we stand under the same stars. I often wonder, can eyes that have seen different corners of the world ever truly see the same world? Two people, standing side by side, might witness the same event. But they won't feel the same chill in the air. They won't flinch at the same memories. They won't hear the silence in the same way. So maybe we don't live in one world at all. Maybe we live in billions. Each one stitched together by memory, perception, pain, and hope. But maybe we can get close. Maybe, with enough honesty and enough patience, we can build bridges. Quiet little bridges made of words and glances and shared stillness. Maybe we can stretch ourselves across the gap. And maybe, just maybe, if you're willing to meet me there... I can show you what it's like to be me. So come. Walk a little with me. Let me try to emulate this strange maze of thoughts, this ever-shifting fog I call a mind. Let me turn myself inside out for you, just for a moment. The name's Blank. And I welcome you to the world through my eyes, my imaginary audience, watchful, patient, and perhaps just as lost as I am. Together, we might not find all the answers. But maybe, if we're lucky, we'll find the right questions.

Stories about their trauma from characters in other stories that i didn't publicly publish

BINI - A series of people having psychological issues and killing obsession who would do anything for their love ones.

DISCLAMEIR: __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ :::This is a work of fuction. All names, characters, businesses places, events and even incidents in this work are product of the Author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.Any resemblance to an actual persons, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. •|Grammatical errors ahead, typo as well|• __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ __ CHARACTER'S GIRLS DAHLA SYNE CAZPEIN HALE 23 Y/O CHIARA SHIHO YAMANAKA 23 Y/O RIECHI YVONETTE EMPERYAL 23 Y/O GIANDRA JILLIAN ROSELLO 20 Y/O VIONNY ZEPHEIN WALKER 24 Y/O BOYS ALEXOUS LHEVIN ROSELLO 24 Y/O DENVER KION ALCANTARA 24 Y/O KHEN CLARK MARTINEZ 24 Y/O THIRD LUCAS ORGEZ 23 Y/O __ __ ________ __ __ _______ __ __ ________ __ __ _______ __ __ ________ __ __ ________

ARIADNE, She just bought an apartment, found eerie about her apartment, Investigating the insides, Founds the Fragments, Was that a ghost or Was she???

The Death Olympics. The craziest game of all and the worst game of all. 12 contestants go face to face with each other in the sickest game of all, the three remaining survivors will be recieving a total prize of $20 Million. Kill or get killed. Welcome to the Death Olympics.

This story has been moved to another account and is being rewritten in segments. I'm spoiling the whole story by writing a synop to keep track of what parts I am writing first. There will be some character analysis of the main protag in the beginning with the author's reading guide. The reading guide should be read before reading and I suggest you be at least 16 before reading this story or the reading guide and there might be some subject that might be directed towards a more understanding older audience. The story itself is a psychological mess involving very broken character living in a multiverse. A world of layers with multiple versions of one person shattering into the different real layer involving the broken pasts of 6 children who are revived into adults to lead a pure colony. The theory being; if you give pure weak children a chance to change the world it would lead for the better.

Zombies I kill them what more can I say

Amnesia. Time. Distortion.

Warning: Never stare too long into the glass. When Alex moves into the decrepit house on the edge of town, they find an ornate mirror hanging in the hallway-out of place, untouched by time, and oddly compelling. At first, it's nothing more than a curiosity. But the longer Alex gazes into it, the more they notice... something's off. The reflection doesn't quite match. The smile is a little too wide. The eyes? Too empty. But here's the thing: mirrors don't lie. Except this one. It doesn't just reflect what you are-it remakes you. Slowly. Relentlessly. At first, it's a small thing. A flicker of movement where there should be none. A shadow in the corner that shouldn't be there. But the longer Alex watches, the worse it gets. The reflection starts to shift-distorting, contorting into something grotesque. Something hungry. The mirror doesn't just watch-it feeds. And the more Alex stares, the more it pulls them in, piece by piece, until they're not sure which side of the glass they're on anymore. Every glance is a gamble. Every moment, a descent into madness. It's waiting. It's always waiting. And once it's tasted you, it won't let go. You were warned. Don't let the mirror see you.

Follow the trepident story of a teenager who wakes up one day in his own story ! A mix of romance and tragic !

[ONGOING] What would you do if you woke up in a resort situated in the middle of nowhere, all alone. No family, no neighbours only the wind to whisper sweet nothings in your ear? This is what Martha Carlson wakes up to one morning discovering the once overpopulated Gemini hotel now empty and completely decimated with rats and other vermin taking over. Her room, a mess, her neighbours are gone and most importantly her family is missing. How could this have happened within 12 hours? Join her on a quest of recovery as she yearns to discover the truth and unveil the layers of lies fed to her over time. Will she figure out what happened? Will she ever see another human being in her lifetime? But most importantly, will she regain what she lost? Find out.

Five kingdoms and a dragon.

Daylight Tragedies, Twilight Profanity. Midnight Sunrise, Evening Soliloquize. Afternoon Sundown, Red Herring the Sinful Crown.