Story Therapy

  Image by AI Sometimes the biggest fall is inside the heart. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions : The Pink Mutiny , The Black Waters , Dream In Shackles The taxi was winding up the narrow mountain road when the driver casually dropped the sentence that nearly stopped Riya’s heart. “Last year, a honeymoon couple came here. Husband slipped off a cliff. Police later said it wasn’t an accident.” Kabir laughed, shaking his head. “Mate, don’t spook my wife on day one.” The driver grinned in the mirror. “Just saying. These cliffs… they’ve seen things.” Riya forced a smile, but her fingers dug into the seat. The air felt colder. The road felt steeper. And the plan she’d agreed to — the plan she’d rehearsed for weeks — suddenly felt like a monster breathing down her neck. Kabir reached over and squeezed her hand. “Relax, Ri. We’ll be at the resort soon.” She nodded, but her stomach twisted. And she had no idea the real fall was still ahead.      ...

  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...

  A shocking tale of identity, betrayal, and the doctor who rewrote dozens of lives. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles She was halfway across the pedestrian crossing on Collins Street when her phone buzzed again — the same unknown number, the same message preview that made her stomach drop. “We need to talk. It’s about your father.” The tram bell clanged, jolting her back. She stepped onto the footpath, heart thudding, breath sharp in the cool Melbourne air. She didn’t open the message. She couldn’t. Not here, not with strangers brushing past, not with her pulse hammering like she’d just sprinted the length of Bourke Street Mall. She shoved the phone into her coat pocket and kept walking, but the words followed her like a shadow. It’s about your father. Except the man she called her father had been dead for twelve years. And the person texting her claimed he wasn’t her father at all. ...