Inconceivable Truth Podcast Novels & Stories

Intrigue washing across her face. She holds her breath, obviously spellbound by whatever cock and bull story I have fed them over the last few hours since I was let go. Silence settles around us. The entire news crew of Let’s Hear The Truth stands behind her, watching us. And I know millions of others are watching me too. Waiting to hear the full truth of what happened there. My truth. Memory drifts back to when Kate Rivers, host of Let’s Hear The Truth, called me three hours ago for an exclusive.

••••⚫️REECE⚫️ |The Norman Luxury Hotel|: I sat in my presidential lodge, thinking about a lot of things. That night, five years ago. Five years ago, Ryan and I... *******|5 Years Ago|: “Where are we going to?” He asked.“C’mon Ryan, do you think old man Lev will suspect a thing?” “I don’t understand, what the fuck you mean?”I chuckled.“Over $31b worth of Crystal meth was discovered in an underground basement. We need to be more deliberate with our actions. We could have it all to ourselves.”

The woman shrugged. I deadpanned at her, “You're not joking. Has staying all cooped up in this place caused you to go crazy that you can't even remember your own name anymore?” "If you don't believe me, that's on you and there's no way I can explain it unless the person outside says it to you directly. But I can assure you that..." "She's telling the truth." Another voice came in and my heart almost flew out of my chest. Valeria and the Cassandra I knew walked in.

"I mean, no offend, okay? It's just an opinion," "Sure, sure, what is it?" She agreed as she nodded every after of the word sure. "What if the four marks are the good ones and the government is the bad one?" He asked maintaining eye contact with her. "Ohh..." She got speechless. "That's... out of the box," She added. "By the way, in any chance, did you witness the appearance of the Sacred Book of Truths? I am curious!" He acted like an innocent curious boy. "Yeah, sure! We can go there right now!"

Not even close. My phone vibrates. I expect a stupid meme from Xavier. Or maybe Paulina finally trying to reach out with a “You ruined everything” voice note. But it’s worse. It’s a digital flyer that's been edited well. My name isn’t on it, but my guts twist like it is. PAULINA VOSS: UNCUT. THE TRUTH YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW. Premiering LIVE on all podcast platforms. Watch the teaser below.

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

"Recurrent meetings in the same café with people who found her at the back, without ever requesting anything? That is odd, don't you think?" "It does push the boundaries of believability?" I replied. "I see it as a load of old bullshit. But, accurately declaring, it is still conceivable. Unlikely things can happen, Essentially, doubtful things occur all the time. But incredible incidents can never happen, and it is crucial to appreciate the distinction. It is likely, that the meetings were planned, and the surprise faked, but the topic of the get-togethers is more or less harmless, having not anything to do with Tina's work or the events that led to his death."

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

‘Of course it can be true,’ Helen said, and thereby: the truth. The egg cooker kept roaring. Water kept creeping through the door, and the officers kept looking disappointed. Most people don't actually want to hear what’s true. They cannot stomach it, and when they're served a slice of it, they get nauseous. The truth about the night of the 25th was exactly of this sort, even for Helen. Probably the worst truths are those you have to hide from your own mind, and this one she was desperately trying to hide from hers. ‘Do you need anything else?’