Pychological Stories

Its a story composed of seven arcs, about how seven characters will encounter seven creatures and how it will affect their life

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.

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.

I wake up and confused and lost… except for Ellison, the key to my past and current life. My memories are shattered images at best and make no sense, and what I’m learning about myself makes me question who I am. Clues add up to different answers. Everyone else is certain about me and what’s going on, leaving me questioning my sanity. Ellison is my lifeline. He’s also a stranger to me.

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?

The POV of A murderer "Through the eyes of a sociopath." A psychopath gets revenge on her Ex for cheating after she has a mental break down but wait there's a witness. A innocent little boy. Will the deaf kid be able to stay innocent after being forced to see the horrors that only lay in 'Diary of A Murder' "Addicting & Thrilling" I Created This Cover Through Paint.

Reality is a girl trying to figure out everything on her own. Little did she know, she needs someone's help for her to grow. A girl trying to prove to everyone that she is something and will make a difference from people's perspectives about her. Taking control of her life is what she wanted but making decisions on her own will be harder.

A short story about a girl with psychological problems and her struggle through various situations. Short chapters in a complete story.

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

After losing her husband in a mysterious night that left dozens dead and even more missing, Ashlyn moves her children to the quiet town hoping for a fresh start. But the town has one unspoken rule: if you hear your name at night, ignore it. When something begins calling to them in voices they trust most, grief turns dangerous, and survival depends on resisting what feels real. Some rules are meant to protect you- but breaking them only takes a second.

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.

Two reckless teenage girls in their prime of misbehaviour go seeking a exiting scary ghost story but nothing goes to plan causing a unexpected turn of events...read to find out where this story leads for the two, or one?...

Some may see dreams as a way to escape the everyday realities that pain us throughout our daily lives, others see them as a gateway to the imagination that thrives in all of us. Jordan sees them as a means of freedom, able to control what he sees and bend his lands to his will. Sarah, on the other hand, sees them as a means of meeting those whom she has not met and help those in need of comfort from reality. These two both share something in common, they can control some small aspect of their dreams, be it themselves, or their landscape. Jordan being a Lucid dreamer, and Sarah, a dream walker. What is to come of these two? Read on to discover their story.

Lily Addinall was just an ordinary girl, in an ordinary school, living an ordinary life. Well, it was that way. Until one day, Lily went to the bathroom in school. The reflection in the mirror, was not her. Definitely not her. She touches the mirror surface, which causes it to ripple. Then, she dives in. After she does so, she realised that she was trapped, stucked, in a completely different world. #ONC2023 (Prompt 29) ©All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission from the writer (me). This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are merely fiction or the products of the author's (my) imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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 __ __ ________ __ __ _______ __ __ ________ __ __ _______ __ __ ________ __ __ ________

Letters between friends until something mysterious happens.

Some say the stars never forgave her, but others whisper she only ever wanted to be seen. In the silence between moments, her choice still lingers-too old to forget, too human to ignore. This is a flash fiction just 100 words. #1 in psychological #4 in nightsky