Life is all about feelings and emotions. If a narrative doesn’t stir any, it isn’t worth its while.
Every piece in this collection carries a charge — sometimes a truth we sidestep, sometimes a memory we’d rather bury, sometimes a consequence we’ve postponed for years. The Truth That Lies in a Sentence gathers those moments and lets them unfold.
The works range from 100 to 7,000 words and move through quiet reckonings, moral ambiguities, speculative philosophy, and the darker corners of human motive.
• A desire to reclaim a memory spirals into consequence.
• A soul stored in data raises questions no system is built to answer.
• An investigator who trusts psychology over facts discovers that the smallest lie can conceal the deepest wound.
Together, these twenty-one tales travel through literary fiction, psychological unravelling, and reflections on truth and identity. In an age where words can be generated easily, these stories remind us that the story itself — its moral, its consequence, its emotional force — is what endures, far more than surface fluency or style. In the final movement, a suite of crime narratives follows retired detective Martin Hale — less concerned with solving cases than with understanding how people bend facts, memory, and belief in order to live with themselves.
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The Voice Here Is My Own
Consciously avoiding the gravitational pull of other writers, I’ve chosen honesty over theatrics: morally ambiguous without performance, emotionally precise without sentimentality, curious about why people break the way they do — and what remains afterward. Not derivative. Not reaching. Simply itself.
In the interest of marketing — reluctantly — I note that readers drawn to Ishiguro’s quiet moral tremors, Tana French’s patient psychological probing, or Borges’s fascination with consequence and recursion may find a kindred spirit here, if not in pedigree, then in intent.
This collection offers fiction that appears gentle but stings, leaving the reader looking at the world a little differently — and recognising, with a wry smile and a nod of appreciation, just how much their perspective has shifted.