Story Therapy

 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...

  Story: S A Spencer They taught the machine to feel—before it replaced them. Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles 🕊️ The Room I Never Left I don’t remember the moment my breath stopped. I remember the silence before it. The way the walls closed in, the way my heart felt like it was folding in on itself. I remember the sound of my children laughing in the living room, unaware that their world was about to change forever. I’m not sure where I am now. It’s quiet here. Not the kind of quiet that hurts—but the kind that listens. There’s no pain, no time. Just memory. And regret. I watch them sometimes. My children. Aarav and Meera. Seven and five. Aarav still sleeps with the blanket I stitched for him when he was three. Meera talks to my photo every morning before school. She tells me what she’s wearing, what she packed for lunch. She asks if I’m proud. I am. But I wish I could tell her that. 🌅 The Morning Bef...