Split Fiction Woke Novels & Stories

(Jane's POV) They say you remember moments of trauma in pieces—like glass shattering, each shard catching a different reflection. Maybe it’s your breath hitching in your throat. Maybe it’s the sound of your own heartbeat turning into thunder. Or maybe it’s the way the ground suddenly feels like it's tilting beneath your feet, and you're just... falling. I wasn’t supposed to be home tonight. My work trip to Boston was meant to last four days—stiff suits, bland hotel breakfasts, investor pitches. But I finished the presentation in half the time. Two days flat. Efficient. Strategic. I was proud.

The police officer turned off the computer and expressionlessly took Jenny and the other men into the police car. Jenny was still struggling, her graying hair disheveled, looking like a madwoman as she turned around and shouted at Winona. "Winona! I'm being framed! You have to save me! Tell the police that this man sowed discord and provoked me first. I was just teaching my disobedient son-in-law a lesson!" Winona looked distressed. "Mom! You've gone mad! This isn't a lesson! You're committing murder! Aaron and I are fine. Why do you have to break us up?"

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Amanda asked. "We are not sisters. Ana killed her family and killed my father," Alice said sternly. Back in Ana's room, she was busy working on the proposal as requested by Aiden. She googled some information and added a few things to it. Once she was done, she looked at the final proposal and smiled. She quickly sent it to Aiden without checking the time. She turned off the laptop and stretched getting up from behind the table. She entered the bathroom, took a shower and returned to her room. She changed into her sleepwear and went to sleep.

And now— That version of the night felt like something else entirely. A constructed reality. A carefully placed lie. Ava pressed her fingers lightly against her temples. This was how it started, wasn’t it? Not with a dramatic revelation. Not with a single moment of truth. But with small fractures. Tiny inconsistencies. Little pieces that didn’t quite fit until suddenly— They did. And when they did— Everything changed. Her phone buzzed again. Ava froze. For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t reach for it. Didn’t breathe.

Ava’s POV I got up from my sleep and looked around to see if Bryan’s parents were back yet, but they weren’t. I walked into Bryan’s room, then into the bathroom, and took a shower. After drying off, I stared at my tummy in the mirror, my mind heavy as memories of Chris flashed through me: our relationship and that birthday surprise at the hotel that night. “This is the result of that night,” I murmured. I quickly shook it off and picked up my phone, dialing Dr. Dane’s number.

Woods were buzzing—like, really alive. That weird hush after the rain, when every leaf and critter decides to make noise just to mess with your nerves. Drew slipped around, shadows clinging to him, and honestly? He looked like someone who’d lost a fight with his own nightmares. Ever since that Blackfang ceremony blew up in his face, the dude was wrecked. Couldn’t get his head on straight, feelings ricocheting all over. But deep down, something old—something stubborn as hell—kept poking him. Like a splinter you can’t dig out.

yelling at him, her eyes bright, alive, free of the darkness that had haunted her for years. He closed his eyes, exhausted, and fought to cage the beast inside him that was screaming to tear everything apart. "I know," he said, his voice raw and raspy. Lorenzo hung up and walked out of the bloody warehouse. The cold wind filled his lungs, but it couldn't blow away the toxic jealousy and rage in his heart. "Get the private jet ready," Lorenzo ordered his assistant. "I want a flight to Vienna for tomorrow morning. Now." He leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, and tasted nothing but bitterness.

As for me… 'Woke up when the world ends' that is what I wanted it to be. -Ethan Shujinko