Delete your fairytale.

Forget what you’ve been taught to crave.

Forget the myth of “closure.”

Forget the polite little arcs and moral takeaways.

Art that smiles at you while leaving your soul untouched, doesn't exist. If you think it does, then it's not art. 

It's just another shit. 

Disruptive Storytelling begins where the fairy tale dies, gasping for air in a reality too jagged to fit into three acts.

It’s a refusal. Rebellion. Tool of rewiring. 

Not because we want to be different for difference’s sake

but because truth no longer fits inside the containers.

Humans are drowning in stories.

Algorithms spoon-feed them to us.

Most are hollow sugar.

Empty calories of comfort.

But the kind of stories that leave marks?

That haunt, disturb, activate, transform?

They begin at the edge of comprehension.

They rip. They break.

They demand we evolve.