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I just need some space
For the ones who feel too much and say too little.
I Just Need Some Space is a collection of 33 short stories about silence, softness, emotional unraveling, and everything we try not to say out loud.
From quiet heartbreaks and secret guilt to longing, loneliness, and rage that simmers just beneath the surface, these stories explore the quiet intensity of being human when you’re too quiet, too complicated, or too much.
Inside these pages, you’ll meet characters who are still healing, still angry, still carrying more than they can name. People who’ve mastered pretending. Who want love but aren’t sure they deserve it.
If you’ve ever felt like you’re too much, not enough, or somewhere in between, this book was written for you.
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Need help telling your story? I specialize in emotional, character-driven fiction and can help ghostwrite your book, short story, or idea into something real.
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Whether you're overwhelmed with ideas, stuck halfway through a draft, or feeling unsure about your voice, this space is for you. I’ll help you clarify your vision, organize your story or project, and gently guide you toward momentum again.
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I don’t remember much about the night I was meant to die. It’s funny how the mind can block out the memories it no longer wants to store, you must know that. But if I close my eyes, I can still hear the sounds of that night in May. The howl of an unseasonably cold wind, the rattle of a nearby window, the rasp of the sea against shingle in the distance. It was also raining. I remember that much, because the thin scratch of water against glass is still vivid in my head. For a minute it was hypnotic. For a minute it disguised the sound of his footsteps outside, soles against flagstone in slow determined steps.
It’s all a lie. Every word I’m about to say. Every tear you might shed. Every pang of pity or rage or heartbreak manufactured. That’s your warning.
Still here
I didn’t expect it to rain. People always say it rains at funerals, like grief is supposed to seep into the ground with you. But I always imagined mine would be sunny. Light. The kind of day where you’d want to be outside, not because of me, but in spite of me. Turns out, it rained anyway.
The Unraveling
When Did I Start Disappearing? Lately, I feel like I’m watching my life from behind a glass wall. Everyone else is out there, laughing, moving, living. And I’m inside. Frozen. Tired. Hollow.
Cold Hands
Everything I touch turns cold. I first noticed it with the mug. I had just poured coffee, piping hot, steam curling from the rim. I wrapped my fingers around it, and within seconds, the heat bled out like it was afraid of me. The liquid went lukewarm. Then cold. Then…still.
Stay Tuned: Upcoming Novels
Stories in progress. Drama, suspense and characters you won’t forget. Here’s what I’m building behind the scenes.
My Billion Dollar Bride
Thirty women. One billionaire. Zero room for mistakes.
Real Men Wear Pink
A father's silence. A son's breaking point. A family unraveling behind closed doors.
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