I have a penis in my purse. And no, it's not a sex toy. This is a real penis we are talking about, except it doesn't have balls or anything, but nonetheless, it's an actual penis. Did I chop someone's penis off? No. From whom is it then? I don't know. How did it end up with me? I found it in my mailbox.

To all the assholes.................................................................

Five tales, five reflections. From the strange stillness of a bus ride to the rebirth of love, from heartbreak's echo to the intimacy of being human, and finally, to the cosmic fire we all share. This collection by Andrè Mwansa is a journey through the tender, the broken, and the infinite a mirror held up to existence itself.

Two people. Same school. Totally living different lives. Both single. Both outcast.One hates her father for running away with a stripper and has anxiety issues while the other hates his father for re-marrying too soon after his mom died. The two meet at a party and their whole perspective of life changes.

"So, do you think people can change?" Mandy asked. "I don't just mean John. I mean everyone. If someone has a compulsion, something that they struggle to resist, do you think they can ever overcome it for long?"This story is as a result of a debate I once had with my roommate and a couple of friends, on "why men cheat," and "why women kill."

It's passed Mark's curfew but he can't seem to b seen anywhere. Where's Mark? What happened to Mark?

They said some stories should never be spoken after dark. They were not warnings. They were locks. But locks rust... ands tories find listeners.From the hypnotic dance of a haunted masquerade to the whispers of a termite mound, each story fuses myth, horror, and suspense, reminding us that the unseen world is never far from the seen. Perfect for readers who crave tales that linger in the mind long after the last page is turned.

Miriam had always felt watched, even in empty rooms.She first noticed it as a girl: a breath behind her ear when no one stood there, the way her blanket tucked itself under her feet at night, the constant warmth on her left side like someone slept beside her. But she wasn't afraid. Somehow, she felt protected. Loved.As she grew older, she dismissed it as imagination. Until men began to die.

"Honey?" Brad asked, turning to her."Yeah, I..." She hurried back over to the counter and picked up the knife. Staring down at the blade for a moment, she felt a chill pass through her body and then, with no further warning, her mind became completely blank."Something up, babe?" Brad asked, heading over to her. "You seem -"Before she could even realize what she was doing, Robin turned and forced the knife into his chest, directly through the heart.

A young female adult is found hanging naked and dead in her bathroom. Everything at the crime scene points out to suicide but when her father is interviewed, he dinies calling it a suicide and says that his daughter was murdered, could he be right?

A son reflects on a mother who mistook faith for strength and surrender for peace. Through loss, silence, and sacrifice, he uncovers the quiet tragedy of a woman who waited her whole life for salvation, and the uncle who carried the family she could not. The Woman Who Waited fot Jesus, is a tender, philosophical story about love, neglect, and the unseen cost of endurance.

Carl was a not to mention but download and read addict. He thinks his life is going the wrong way and he decides on attending self help meetings that takes place in room 332, but things turn deadly when a man makes a confession.