Fiction
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Session Two was a lot of fun and, while a little janky, the transcription bot worked so I was able to capture as much as possible. I hope you enjoy. The morning of November 17th, 2025, had been a trial by fire, sometimes literally, given the state of the Institute. The new staff had stumbled
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I little later than intended but I have it where I think I want it. I hope you enjoy. I linger beneath the loam and the interminable baleful sol, its reverberations fading by inches as night takes its throne. I ascend once more, drawn by the siren’s call of their beating essence coursing through their
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I had hoped to finish this by the weekend, but the week turned out busier than expected and the holiday wiped me out. Still, I didn’t want the weekend to pass without sharing something, especially after setting that goal for myself. I’m not sure where the idea came from, but it’s been nagging at me
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Most of what I write leans into horror or fantasy, usually with something magical, supernatural, or just a little off from reality. Strangers on a Train is different. There’s nothing otherworldly here. Just everyday fear. The kind that comes from silence, routine, and the things we never say out loud. I wrote this about six
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The finale of our first session. If you have seen them yet, check out Part One and Part Two. I hope you enjoy. Evelyn Cross stepped into the tent, her expression composed and businesslike. She greeted the group with a polite nod, then asked John Miller and Father Mateo to remain behind. The others were
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Continuing from Part One, the party is finally assembled and things are not as they were expected. Stay tuned for Part Three! They were ushered into the white tent, the air thick with paper dust and the sour smell of damp ink and mold. Folding tables filled the space, cluttered with open boxes and stacks
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Since the transcription bot refused to cooperate, I had to rely on a quick voice recording from memory right after the session. That means some dialogue and narrative beats couldn’t be perfectly reconstructed, and a few smaller details may have slipped through. I’ll be rebuilding this one in parts, blending what I remember with my
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This is the full narrative of our presession for Strange Beginnings, the first story arc in my homebrew The End of the Institute campaign. The actual Session One took place last night, but unfortunately, our transcription bot died mid-way through and took the record with it. I’ll be recreating that session from memory as best I
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It took a lot, but I did it. I finished the story in time for the spooky hours of Halloween. If you’re just joining, check out Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, and Part 7. If you’ve stuck around for the whole thing, thank you for reading from the bottom of my heart. And I
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I’m starting to think maybe I should have put this in the “Long Stories” section…But I am hoping to reserve that for the stylized campaign stories and for larger projects. If you’re just joining here, you can check out parts One through Six linked on the Home page or in the “Short Stories” section. Thanks
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