Suspension Disbelief Novels & Stories

No right science has spread. Church talks of relief. I in tatters of disbelief. I am buried in eyes that see. Those eyes then dream me in heaven. Wow! How much deeply lies can impact the human mind, the thoughts. The ghosts I now believe, but the church I still disbelieve. I doubt the father who says on earth I will be again seen one day. I doubt. I ask you science. Therefore, can you bring me back to life from floor? This time I am actually not heard. No one believes I too can weep. I too in frustration can shout.

"They’re still standing there, though. I can hear them through the door. They’re boots are hitting steel. If the floor is a 'void,' why aren't they falling?" Kael exhaled, a ragged, whistling sound. He pulled his hands back, and the bioluminescence clinging to his fingertips faded into gray ash. He slumped against the console, his skin looking like parchment paper stretched over wire. "They aren't falling because they don't believe in the void, Arthur. Their suits are programmed to trust the gravity settings of the Spire. The building is lying to them, and they are lying to the building. It’s a stalemate of false data." "That’s insane," Arthur spat, pacing the small room like a trapped preda

Darkness swallowed everything. And in that darkness— someone fired a shot. Strong suspense chapters usually recover word-count naturally by expanding confrontation into layered revelations, not ending immediately after the first shock beat. That keeps tension high without shortening impact.

- She is completely defeated. Hey - A kick - The dog. Why waste energy on worms who already think they're absolutely sure? It is unnecessary hopelessness. - I don't want to carry her. She earned that blessing. Enjoy. - I heard and was rudely suspended. I didn't know where they were taking me, I didn't know how long I had been lying motionless on the ground thinking about everything that was nothing and how long it took to hear an explosion. - Our?

Promise. Suzie pitched forward, aware of the pain in her bare knees as they hit the ground. Her vision was blurring even more, the meadow in front of her becoming like a magic carpet ride she would take to dreamland—except she was already there, wasn’t she? Oh, this was so confusing, and she didn’t have the energy to try and work it out. Suzie yawned. The longest, loudest yawn she’d ever done.

Inspector Mark's brows furrowed, and Detective Cordelia's gaze pierced through me, searching for any sign of deception. Magdalena, her eyes still brimming with tears, looked at me with a mix of confusion and desperation. Detective Cordelia broke the silence, her voice laced with skepticism. "Sandra, I understand that emotions are running high, but we can't jump to supernatural conclusions without concrete evidence. There must be a logical explanation." I understood Detective Cordelia's skepticism, and I knew that my claim would sound far-fetched without solid proof. But the truth burned within me, demanding to be acknowledged. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and summoning the cou

Really? It took a minute for the idea that it was even possible to sink in for me. The moment I realized that it was even a slight possibility, my subconscious clapped back with skepticism. I shook my head in doubt at them. “It’s not possible. He’ll never die…” I’ll always suffer through this. As long as I exist. They are probably just trying to make me feel better.

A mark I was forced to believe was a flaw, and yet, is actually a piece of something much bigger than I could have ever imagined. For a long moment, all I can hear is the rush of my own heartbeat, the blood roaring in my ears as my vision blurs at the edges. The weight of everything crashes over me, until I feel like I might drown beneath it. I open my mouth, but no words come out. My disbelief isn’t just crumbling—it’s gone. This is real. This is real.

~PETER POV~ 3 months have passed and it was really a roller coaster ride for us, me and Lucas, and of course together with our baby. We may start our relationship from a bad one, but that's all in the past. Our life has been better, although we encounter some ups and downs with our starting relationship. I feel so blissful together with him and I cannot give up right now. Male pregnancy was quite shocking to us, but the doctor's gave assurance to us that it is possible. And with the help of our family we are coping with our new life.

“The death festival is about to start, they need you, Jeffrey.” Pointing to the reality they are all living in as the darkness will soon engulf everything that their reality is made and what they all believe into. He smirks with his tone of disbelief and anger as he did not hide it away nor is tempted to from the very beginning, knowing that in this reality and world of a distinct book, he cannot trust anyone, but himself.