Title Ideas Novels & Stories

I tried remembering details, no, they only asked for my email. "No" I mumbled and he stared at me confused. "It's not possible, you must have given out your number" he said. "Maybe because I'm a scholarship student" I said and he paused. "Scholarship student?" He queried staring at me strangely. "Yes" I answered. "The school doesn't offer scholarships" he dropped the bombshell and my mouth went wide open in shock. What???

I would much rather live and get out of here, with my hallucinations or not. I love to make bad decisions, don’t I. “I mean, answers would be nice for a start. Then maybe we can talk about getting rid of these dreams,” I supply, trying not to make my positions obvious, if Thought happens to be telling the truth, and isn’t violating my privacy at this very moment.

Bukky’s Pov Bukky stared at her computer screen, reading a threatening message that had appeared in her inbox. The message, written in stark capital letters, bore a chilling command: "STOP TALKING IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE." The sender's email address was listed as kiilla@g***l.com. Fear gripped her as she pondered why anyone would send her such a menacing message.

When we finally meet to brainstorm ideas, I’m filled with excitement. We meet at a cozy coffee shop, and as soon as I see him, a sense of warmth washes over me. “Hey! Ready to unleash our creativity?” I ask, my enthusiasm bubbling over. “Always,” he replies, his eyes sparkling with energy. “I’ve been thinking about our theme. I want to focus on the struggle for identity, something relatable for both of us.” “That sounds perfect,”