Amwritingfiction Stories

i know there is something wrong, there is something different personalities in myself. and i called he is "my idiot brother"

One of my first books. What began as a shift in the shadows, would soon unravel into a storm that changed everything.

A collection of my daily writing prompts

"They call me a monster, and the worst part is... I remember helping them build the beast." Zayne knows he isn't perfect. Long before he locked himself away in the quiet of his bedroom, he was a secondary school boy desperate to look cool in front of his peers. In his hunger to fit in, he made reckless mistakes-stealing from his own home to chase a status that didn't matter. He planted the seeds of doubt in his family's minds, and now, he is forced to eat the bitter fruit. Even though he has changed, his past has labeled him a thief and a liar forever. Trapped in a house where insults are thrown like stones, Zayne uses lies as a coat to survive the daily abuse, battling a secret, addictive escape on his phone that fills him with raw guilt every single night. He is caught in a living nightmare: grieving because his parents don't truly know him, but feeling too guilty to complain because he knows he gave them the weapon they are using against him. Until Elora's voice breaks through the static. She doesn't just see his mistakes; she sees the boy trying to fix them.