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The Grief Eater: Trapped Inside the Bodies I Consumed
THE FIRST TIME I ate someone’s grief, it was an accident. My aunt had just died, and my cousin couldn’t stop crying at the funeral. She clutched her mother’s wedding ring so tight her knuckles grew white. When she hugged me, she pressed the ring into my palm.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
Punishment
Get this published book here. An Excerpt from the Book by Joey Raines Rain was coming down like the world was ending, each drop smashing against the windshield like tiny bombs. The wipers couldn't keep up, squealing and scraping as they fought back and forth in time with Luke's pounding heart. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white, hands slippery with sweat even though the October cold was seeping through his car's broken heater.
By Joey Raines8 months ago in Fiction
🔍 The Last Message: Part 2 – The Truth in the Shadows . AI-Generated.
Rain tapped against the hospital window like a warning she couldn’t ignore. Detective Lena Moore sat upright in her bed, bruised and stitched, holding the burnt remnants of the recorder that nearly ended her life. The explosion was no accident — it was staged. A message. A test.
By Mehedi hasan8 months ago in Fiction
Mouths Full of Rain
I didn't mean to create a frog cult. I named the first one Cletus, after a guy my dad used to buy pills from. It felt right. Greasy name. Like something that would survive the apocalypse by crawling into the crawlspace and licking the mold off the copper pipes.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The "What If" Lives of Jeanie the Dreamer
'Let’s have no two ways about it. Jeanie really could be a twat.' El leaned over the lectern and looked the front row of mourners straight in the eyes. She had one elbow on the celebrant’s notes, and for all the world looked like she was ordering a pint of Bishop’s Finger down at her local in Dalston.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Night We Killed Kyle: A Middle School Breakup Gone Hilariously Rogue
Kyle had a few good days before we found out he was a no-good, lying, cheating, sack of you-know-what. “Twelve days,” Mei cried, sprawled on my bedroom carpet like a collapsed Jenga tower. “Right before our two-week anniversary.”
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
Celestia and the Feather of Dawn
Under the pale crescent moon, Celestia tiptoed along a silver riverbank, her heart aglow with wonder. Shimmering lilies unfurled into the night, and unseen chimes echoed from the woods beyond. Something called to her—a soft, lilting melody on the midnight breeze. It felt as if the forest itself were singing. Enchanted by its magic, Celestia followed the song wherever it led.
By Muhammad Sohail8 months ago in Fiction
