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God’s Mistake

By S A Spencer -
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 Image by AI A Tender Tale Of Abandonment, Misunderstanding, And Unexpected Redemption Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles I didn’t understand why the humans were shouting. All I knew was that the gate had slammed behind me, and the world suddenly smelled different — sharp, metallic, full of fear. I pressed my nose against the bars, waiting for my human to come back. He always came back. He wouldn’t leave me here. Not in this strange place with barking that sounded like crying. A man in a blue shirt walked towards me. The sun was behind him, turning him into a glowing shape. He bent down, lifted me gently, and whispered, “You’re safe now, mate.” Safe. Now. The words wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I didn’t know who he was, but something in his voice felt bigger than him. Like the sky had spoken through him. Like he wasn’t just a man — he was something more. Maybe this was God. Mayb...
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The House With Two Shadows - The Truth Was Always There… Hiding In The Silence

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  Image by AI When love, loss, and a whispering mind collide inside a single family Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles I found them in the shed. That’s how the morning began — not with tea, not with sunlight, not with the familiar bickering of my twins — but with the sight of my daughter lying unnaturally still on the cold floor, and my son sitting beside her, his back against the wall, his eyes wide and empty like he had just woken from someone else’s nightmare. For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t understand what I was seeing. The world had tilted, and I was standing on its edge. “Meera?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Arjun?” Neither of them answered. The shed smelled of dust and old wood. A single beam of sunlight cut through the window, illuminating floating particles that drifted lazily, as if unaware of the horror beneath them. The air felt thick, suffocating, heavy...
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Two Friends. One Silence. A Thousand Imagined Conversations.

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  Image by AI How two inseparable friends drifted apart without meaning to. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles Evan stared at the blinking cursor on his phone, the message half‑typed, half‑deleted, a ghost of a sentence that refused to settle into words. The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the exhaustion in his eyes. He had rewritten the same message at least twenty times tonight, each version sounding either too desperate, too cold, too apologetic, or too confrontational. Hey man, been a while. Thought I’d check in. Delete. Lucas, I don’t know what happened between us, but— Delete. I miss you, okay? There. I said it. Delete. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. He could almost hear Lucas’s voice in his head — warm, teasing, familiar — but the imagined responses twisted into something else. Something sharp. Something that made his chest tighten. He ...
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The Night The Camera Kept Rolling, And Forgot To Stop

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  Image by AI One million views. One irreversible moment. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles Aarav always believed the world would notice him someday. He didn’t know when, or how, or through what miracle — but he believed it with the stubbornness of someone who had nothing else to hold on to. His classmates had grades, medals, scholarships. He had dreams, a second‑hand phone, and a conviction that one viral moment could rewrite his entire destiny. He just didn’t know how much destiny demanded in return. His first attempt at going viral was a motivational video filmed in his bedroom. He had rehearsed the lines for hours, imagining millions of people nodding along. When he finally posted it, he refreshed the page every few minutes. Twelve views. Eight were his own. He told himself it was fine. Everyone starts small. Even the biggest influencers had once been nobodies. He just needed consist...
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