Fragments Of The Feed
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What if your feed could tell stories you were never meant to live....
Fragments of the Feed is a collection of short, addictive stories inspired by the wildest "choose your own ending" reels, random posts, and late-night what-ifs that show up in my feed. Some of them are sweet. Some are twisted. Some feel way too real. But all of them? They're stitched together from that chaotic, beautiful place between imagination and internet rabbit holes.
This is me taking the "what ifs" from my screen... and turning them into full-blown stories. So if you've ever watched a video and thought, "I need a whole book about this,"-you're in the right place.
Let's scroll. Let's feel. Let's get a little unhinged.
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