Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been terrified of something lurking under my bed at night. The thought of a mysterious presence in the dark filled me with dread, so I decided to seek help. I went to a psychiatrist and poured my heart out.
The psychiatrist, with a reassuring smile, said, “Just put yourself in my hands for one year. Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears.”
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The lie didn’t feel like a lie at first. It arrived as a notification, a headline, a shaky video that looked just real enough to make hearts…
The day I found the hotel receipts, something inside me shattered. Thirty years of shared mornings, quiet dinners, and worn-in routines suddenly felt like a lie. His…
They said it was simple. They said he was a threat. But when the video slowed, the lie unraveled frame by frame. No lunge. No weapon. Just…
Sirens faded, but the city didn’t. Grief clung to brick and glass like smoke that refused to lift. Every press conference sounded like a verdict passed on…
The first impact was choice. Not metal, not bone—just a single breath where survival and policy crashed together. Training screamed one thing, politics another, and the front…
The sirens cut out, but the dread didn’t. A nurse lay on cold asphalt, a city holding its breath as a grainy video replayed the final seconds…