Papyrus Disbelief Novels & Stories

"A thirty-second clip. Grainy. Terrible audio. Shot from the tripod in the corner of the bedroom. All it shows is the door creaking open on its own. That's it. But we won't upload it to a movie site. We'll upload it to a conspiracy forum, a paranormal message board. The blog post will link to it, saying, 'The police won't help. The doctors won't listen. Please, can anyone tell me what this is?'" My heart began to hammer with a cold, thrilling excitement. I was reciting a history that hadn't happened yet, engineering a phenomenon from scratch. "We don't call it a clip," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "We don't call it a trailer. We call it evidence. We aren't selling a movie; we are selli

Unable to hold back his anger, Ethan slammed his laptop shut. "This is ridiculous! They don't have a single piece of evidence!" ​Benjamin adjusted his glasses and replied calmly, "They don't need evidence. They only need people to believe the story." ​Vivian turned to Dizer, studying her expression. "How do you feel?" ​Dizer gently placed the tablet on the table before picking up her teacup. "They're trying to make me angry," she said quietly. ​"And?" Vivian asked. ​Dizer took a slow sip of tea. "I'm not giving them what they want."

Raphael swallowed, his spine locking rigid against the metal filing cabinet as his eyes flicked toward Cassian, who was still standing by the door with his arms crossed, completely blocking the narrow aisle. "I told you, it’s just the standard scholarship audit. The office gave me the box. I don't know anything about tokens or proxies." "You're a terrible liar," Cassian said, stepping a fraction closer, his green eyes narrowing as he looked down at the freshman. "Your hands are shaking so bad you're ruining the print on those unfiled logs. We know you weren't in the southern district five years ago. We know you weren't even in the state registry." "I just need the job," Raphael muttered, his

“That’s part of this entire situation.” “Convenient.” He replied flatly, not even attempting to hide his disbelief. “That doesn’t make it untrue.” I countered just as quickly. “It makes it unverifiable.” He leaned forward slightly now, his tone sharpening. “And without verifiable evidence, your claim remains incomplete.” The woman on the right shifted slightly, her gaze moving between us. “He’s not entirely wrong.” She admitted carefully. “What you’ve presented is compelling, but it doesn’t fully establish ownership beyond doubt.”

She unrolled the parchment in her hand and to her surprise, she could actually read the words written on it! "Was my dyslexia finally cured?" Abby thought out loud. Her voice, a mix of bewilderment and amazement. Then she looked at Eugene with a whole new level of appreciation However, when Eugene saw this, he quickly shook his head in denial "As much as I wanted to get credit for that, it is not my doing. In fact, I don't even have an idea of how you manage to read those words. Supposedly, the Marcellian calligraphy should not make sense when seen by the nonmagic humans."

“I…” Jacob wanted to continue cursing Alex’s father for being a traitor, but the words wouldn’t come out. The sense of fear in his heart grew stronger over time, and soon, he could barely even kneel anymore. There was a force in his body that compelled him to speak the truth. “The evidence… Isn’t real. It’s forged.” This statement stunned Ysabel Yoder. Craig Selby’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took note of it. Meanwhile, people from Dorothy-Alex Constructions, who stood in three circles around Alex and the others, all had their eyes wide open. They held their breaths in fear of missing out on a single word.

She would only believe this over her dead body and sneered again, “Why do you need to make up such a stupid reason to lie to me? I’m being frank today in our discussion, and I even told you about my twin sister’s existence. Plus, I was just asking about the secret handbook. It’s not like I’m going to ask you to give it to me. What are you so afraid of?” “Hey, why do people always believe in lies but not the truth? Don’t you find it funny too?” Lily spread her hands, signaling she was telling the truth, but Heather was unwilling to believe it. “You… No! It’s impossible!” After some hesitation, Heather denied the possibility that the book had never existed. How could she believe that? Soon, sh

I requested. She nodded and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket along with a pen, scribbling down the words. “Why are you so interested in poly hybrids anyway?” Then she leaned in with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Are you one?” “Sadly, no.” I fibbed. I wasn’t going to tell a random girl my secrets, especially since she was a BLOGGER. “But I find them very fascinating.” She sighed, obviously disappointed, then handed me the paper with the prophecy on it, and I stuffed it in my bra. “Thanks.”

And tearing his cold lips acridly, “Here, you can see for yourself if you think I’m lying to you. Have a look at it!” Hayes immediately collected the papers, his scorching gaze quick to begin scanning from the top to the bottom, paper to paper as his angry eyes expanded in size. “W-what is…this?” Pablo scoffed grimly and drilled his hands into his pants’ pocket, holding a smug air about him as he spoke stiffly, “What else does it look like, Hayes? Your so called best friend’s been the one orchestrating your fall behind those smiles and fake support. Why does it jitter you so much though? I had an inkling you knew-

Nate said. “This might be a blessing,” Margaret said softly. “Things should be calmed down by the time you return.” As he made his way to his rooms, Nate struggled with the fog in his brain as tiny pieces of the events of the night before flashed in and out. He vaguely recalled a woman in the maze who was dressed as Cleopatra. Flashes of Elise making love to him mixed with the image of Cleopatra. His mind was clearly playing tricks on him. Elise would never dream of jeopardizing her reputation by coupling with him so wantonly within the confines of the maze; especially at a crush. He saw himself knocking down two men who were taunting Cleopatra. Then, he was making love to Elise again.