Suspension Disbelief Novels & Stories

It was as though the very fabric of reality had been suspended, freezing me in place, a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy. The scream reverberated in my ears, a symphony of panic and dread that drowned out all other sounds. My eyes were fixed on the scene before me, unable to comprehend the gravity of what was transpiring. In that suspended moment, a feeling of helplessness washed over me, a torrent of emotions that threatened to engulf my very being.

Most of what I remembered myself doing was beyond my mental comprehension, as it rightly should, because the thought that those things happened is scarier than the actuality of all the strange things I’ve seen here so far, so it was safer and more reasonable to filter the images that made no sense to me out and leave the ones that I could piece together behind. “ Why are you still doubting the reality of this Jasmine?” he asks me calling out my full name as he stares at me with a straight face and I can hear the clear disappointment in his voice and this tone quietens the remaining ounce of normal reasoning I have in me, his tone automatically clears every iota of disbelief I had, and at thi

the first man continued, “points to possession.” The room felt like it was closing in on me. “So what does that mean?” I asked, even though a part of me already knew. After a brief silence, he continued, “You are hereby suspended effective immediately.” The words echoed in my head but I refused to register them. I thought it was my mind that was making up things. “And pending further review,” he continued, “expulsion procedures will begin in the coming weeks.” Everything inside me went still. My body shut down completely.

“Or you can dare to believe the truth… that you were born for greatness, never meant to kneel for anyone.” My heart pounded like it could explode any minute. I didn’t know what to believe again. I’d had enough of their argument, and I so much wish they could be in a separate space away from the one I was in for a few seconds. My vision, for no reason, started to blur; the world and everything surrounding us began to spin uncontrollably. “I...I... don’t…” —but I couldn’t form a complete sentence; my voice drowned in my thoughts. “I don’t know what to believe from either of you anymore.”

The anticipation was unbearable, and my mind raced with countless possibilities of what Clyde could ask of me. "Put??!!!" I exclaimed, my voice betraying a mixture of shock and disbelief. The words hung in the air, suspended in a moment of suspended animation. My mind raced, desperately trying to comprehend the extent of Clyde's demands. The possibilities were both terrifying and unimaginable. With each passing second, the weight of his words sank deeper into my consciousness, like an anchor dragging me into the depths of the unknown.

Not fear. Not panic. Something heavier. Recognition of limitation. Anna continued walking. The environment remained stable. But now she noticed subtle inconsistencies she could no longer confirm as external or internal. A sound slightly delayed. A shadow slightly off-angle. A sensation that didn’t fully match movement. She whispered, “I can’t trust what I am seeing anymore.” Elsewhere, Adrian replied quietly. “Neither can I.” A pause. “And we cannot verify each other’s experience.” That sentence landed sharply. Because it removed the last illusion of shared grounding.

“That’s not the same. He provoked that reaction and it's not your fault your body reacted that way to it. ” “Yeah well, their footages doesn't see it that way. Either way, I'm going to be suspended.” I hated the way he looked and I hated the fact that my brain couldn't work to bring up a so— wait. I have an idea. “I think I have an idea.”

The moment the last vehicle stepped out in the other end while the opposite end refused to let anyone in, the bridge started to move. Slowly, both road ends of the north bridge were separated from the main lands. It became like a suspended bridge with only the gigantic cables attached to the main lines of the two sides of the city. For a moment, the people—who were about to scream injustice—were tongue-tied. Everyone: What kind of sorcery was this? Were they teleported in a sci-fi novel all of a sudden? What was this?

It shifted the atmosphere from despair to overwhelming doubt, its words seeping into Rey's consciousness like a venomous whisper. "Rey, look around you," the alter ego said, its voice dripping with skepticism. "The weight of the responsibilities you carry is crushing. You believe you can conquer it all, but deep down, you know you will fail. How can one person bear the burden of saving everyone?" Rey's resolve wavered for a moment as self-doubt crept into her mind. The alter ego's words echoed her own fears, magnifying them until they consumed her thoughts. She glanced at the markings and materials for the ritual, momentarily questioning her ability to fulfill her purpose.

The weight of Susan's words hung heavily in the air, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. She couldn't fathom why, after all the years they had spent together, Thomas still failed to trust and believe in her. Her eyes widened, searching for a glimmer of understanding in his gaze. "You don't trust your own wife?" Susan questioned, her voice aching with disappointment and desperation. The realization of his lack of faith in her left her heartbroken. Thomas's response was curt and devoid of any reassurance. "No," he uttered, his words falling like a heavy blow. As tears welled up in Susan's eyes, the pain of his lack of trust became all-consuming.