Semi-autobiography Novels & Stories

No firestorms, no crumbling sky, no beasts clawing their way out of shadows. Just life. Ordinary, uncomplicated life. And for once, ordinary didn’t terrify me. I lifted the notebook in my hands, thumb brushing over its worn spine. It was the same one I’d used during the interview months ago—the same one the cameras had caught a million times, the same one news articles called The Source of His Genius. If they only knew. The pages were full of everything I had lived through, worded and reworded, stitched into something that looked like fiction but was anything but.