Invisibleink Stories

This piece is about someone who hides behind humor, distance, and deflection - not to disappear, but to test whether anyone cares enough to look closer. Their silence isn't emptiness; it's a message written in fear and longing. The poem reveals the truth they can't say out loud: they want to be seen, but they're terrified of being known. It's a quiet portrait of vulnerability disguised as indifference.

What happens when your best friend goes missing over the summer and only leaves behind a note with a clue in it? Follow Autumn as she searches for her missing best friend, Samantha. She faces many obstacles and must step out of her comfort zone in order to find Samantha... Will she find her? Inspired By: Since You've Been Gone by: Morgan Matson

*insert something aesthetic to make me look cool*

ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ

Just look in our souls and find out who we are. We are silly and quirky, like yelling in a jar. We are also writers who all have a passion, with personalities suited for different satisfactions. Humor, dark horror, and romantic attractions; our stories have it all, no subtractions. If fun and games is what you seek, then read this book and take a peek. Every little chapter is something unique.

Thirteen years ago, Architect Hammad Ibrahim buried his first love. He built a new life in Sokoto-cold, functional, and empty. Until a midnight phone call changes everything. A dead woman's voice whispers: "I'm sorry." Desperate for answers, Hammad tears apart the city of Kano searching for a ghost, only to hit a dead end. Forced to choose between madness and duty, he returns home to marry Zainab, a spirited woman who promises him peace. But peace is a lie. As the wedding approaches, Hammad discovers that his new bride is keeping a devastating secret: the love of his life isn't just alive, she's watching him. How far would you go for a love you thought was dead? And what happens when you realize the person helping you move on knows exactly where the bodies are buried?