A Story Within A Story Novels & Stories

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

In her mind, that would break down the barrier that kept him from approaching her. Before she minimized the story, she scrolled so that one specific line of text was at the top of the page. If James read the story he would be unlikely to leave it in exactly the same spot that she had and she'd know he'd been there. When she got home the first night and checked, the story was exactly as she left it. Was she being too subtle? Had he not noticed the tab? Did it not arouse his curiosity? The story was named My Mother's Hot Pussy, so the title sure wasn't subtle. She thought about leaving the story open so he couldn't miss it, but decided to give the restrained approach another day.

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

He is basically promised to God. I learned about it on a Sunday. Gia told me over the phone, and I sat on my bathroom floor for twenty minutes processing what it meant. The door I had never even been allowed to knock on had not just closed — it had been consecrated. I made peace with it. The fantasy became a habit, something I kept private and indulged without guilt and got used to it. I was at the stove, trying to cook when Gia called one evening. I answered without looking and her happy voice came out from the phone.

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It was the one weapon I had that could possibly reach into that maelstrom of pure narrative. I wasn't an engineer like Jeff. I couldn't build a bridge. I wasn't a paradox like Lina. I couldn't bend the rules of reality. But I was a mother. And a mother’s story is a force of nature. I closed my eyes, shutting out the peaceful clearing, the gentle stream, the memory of Jeff’s ghost. I turned my focus inward, to the one story I knew better than any other. The one that was written in my bones.

Skye – POV When I was younger, I used to think stories came in straight lines. Beginning. Middle. End. A neat arc that made sense. But now I know they’re more like margins. Scribbled notes between paragraphs. Words written in secret, half in shadow. Sentences we didn’t mean to say, or couldn’t say until the ache made room for them. Rachel’s Place was full of stories like that. Notes in margins. Scraps of lives pinned to walls. People healing in the quiet between other people’s healing.

Seeing me, she grabbed my hand and screamed, "Sion is a monster… You have to save me!" I frowned, noticing that even makeup couldn't hide the bruise on her neck. "Tell me, what happened?" Joey was still panicking and gulped before she finally spoke. She had gotten bored and was exploring Sion's castle when she found his secret room. She shuddered, her previous dignity gone. "It's filled torture tools, and there's a deep pool of blood on the floor. And…" She paused, her nails digging into my harm. "There's this tome that says Sion stays alive by eating the hearts of young girls! That the more infatuated his victim is with him, the better!"

Side by side, Christina and I strolled through the gallery, taking in the vibrant artwork. Christina's love and knack for art were off the charts. She had a way of uncovering the hidden tales in each piece from angles no one else seemed to see. "Erick, check out this painting." She gestured towards an oil painting named 'Nirvana', her eyes alight with excitement. "It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, feathers scorched but eyes blazing with hope and strength for what's ahead. It reminds me of you." Her words caught me off guard, and I turned to her.