Short Stories
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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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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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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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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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Check out parts one through five, linked on the homepage. I hope you enjoy! Ishmael sat before the pulpit, gathering his strength to speak once more that night. Eliza busied herself sweeping the floor and wiping the pews, giving him space as best she could. He still leaned on her arm when he walked, his

