In a world where violence hides behind routine and conscience quietly negotiates with comfort, silence becomes the most dangerous habit of all. What begins as an ordinary reality slowly reveals a deeper question—when did we stop noticing the pain around us?

Don’t Eat My Friends is a short, piercing work of fiction that confronts the normalization of harm and the quiet complicity that sustains it. Through a focused and unflinching narrative, it invites readers to examine not just the world they inhabit, but the choices they justify.

This is a story of innocence.
Of family.
Of love.

Of how desire grows so greedy that change begins to suffocate in the air we breathe.

It speaks to the inner child you once were — the version of you untouched by habit, untouched by justification — and asks gently:
“Is this who you truly are?”

At its heart, this is a plea — not shouted, but felt. A reminder that love is not selective. That compassion is not weakness. That the heart still knows what the mind tries to silence.

This is not just a story.
It is a mirror.
And perhaps, a beginning.

A short, thought-provoking fiction about conscience, cruelty, and the courage to question.