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The Day the Sky Screamed

I was eight when the dark came.

It wasn’t night. Night has stars. Night has air. This was bigger. Heavier. It ate the sky, the ground, and the people all at once.

They didn’t fall. They didn’t burn. They just… stopped like they were erased from the page.

I felt it. All of them. Thoughts crashing into me too fast to hold. I don’t want to die. Where’s my child? God, help me— And then nothing. Nothing. Nothing. The silence screamed so loud I thought my head would break.

I...

So I finished another novella tonight. This one will probably end up being my second published book — and that’s awesome. I’m proud of that.

But here’s the thing… when I’m deep in writing mode, these characters don’t just live on the page. They live in my head. I feel what they feel — their highs, their lows, their little victories, and their heartbreaks. So when I finally type those two words, “The End,” it feels like losing someone.

They stop living in my mind because now they live on paper,...