Fictionobsessed Stories

They called it Jamaican food. They lied. Every bite, every smell, every morsel screamed neglect and disrespect. This isn't food-it's arrogance plated as cuisine. I've had real Haitian food. I know what care, love, and flavor taste like. This? It tastes like death. Like the animal was killed hours ago in someone's backyard and dumped onto a plate with zero respect. The meat is tough. The vegetables limp. The grains bitter. Every bite feels like a crime scene in my mouth. I can smell the indifference. I can feel the negligence clinging to me like a second skin. This story is unapologetic. It's raw. It's chaotic. It's the truth about a plate of food that claimed to be something it's not. I push the plate away, but the disrespect lingers. The energy of this "meal" haunts the table, the restaurant, and me. And I will not hold back. I will not sugarcoat. Life deserves honesty. Flavor deserves reverence. I deserve respect. If you've ever tasted food that insulted your soul, you'll understand this rage. If you've ever been promised culture and received death on a plate, this story is for you. Every word is a punch, every line a reminder to never swallow lies disguised as something real. This isn't just a rant. This is a rebellion. This is truth served raw, unapologetic, and explosive. Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. It's chaos, it's fury, it's honesty. If you can handle the taste of reality, read on.

I had a vivid dream about my best friend and his dad today. It woke me up at 2:22 PM, and the way I woke from it felt profound, like I was being nudged to pay attention. The dream wasn't just a passing thought-it was clear, detailed, and felt alive. It happened in broad daylight, which made it even more intense, like reality was blending with the message. I've been having a lot of these vivid dreams lately, and they feel like guidance, warnings, or insights that I need to write down and reflect on. Today's dream reminded me of connections, past experiences, and the people who have shaped me, even in ways I didn't fully understand before. It's a reminder that even when life feels ordinary, there are moments of insight that demand pause, reflection, and acknowledgment. Dreams like this make me wonder about timing, divine nudges, and the unseen ways life communicates with us.