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The Library
“23 tales on the shelf. Take your time — the doors are already locked.”
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The Wrong House People think my shop is strange because of the artifacts. The candles. The bones. The jars. But the truth is simpler: I listen. And when that man walked in, I heard him before he touched anything.… Read it
The Bear I don’t know if anyone will find this. Or find me. But if you’re reading this, I need you to understand what happened. What I saw. And why I’m about to make my escape. I’m four months pregnant and… Read it
Housefire I still remember the heat on my face before I stepped out of the truck. Not the usual rolling warmth of a structure fire, this was different. It felt intentional, like the blaze itself was leaning… Read it
Inside the Vest I always say yes to calls like this, the ones where grief still hangs in the air like a fog. But the moment the daughter’s voice cracked over the phone, I felt something tighten behind my ribs. She… Read it
The Quiet Corridor I have always believed the mind is a corridor, long, dim, lined with doors most people never dare to open. My profession grants me keys to those doors. My curiosity compels me to turn them. Even now… Read it
Dont Read This in the Dark #2 I CAN SEE EXACTLY HOW YOU’RE FEELING, you’re holding me tighter than you think.Yeah, I noticed. Your fingers dug in a little when you opened this. You always do that when you’re bracing for something… Read it
Arctic Orca I still remember the color of the sky that morning, it was like a bruised gray, the kind that makes the horizon look like it’s holding its breath. We were drifting along the outer shelf of… Read it
The Train I shouldn’t have left the house that night. I knew it the moment I slammed the door shut behind me, my girlfriend’s voice was lingering in my ears. I didn’t even grab my jacket. Just my helmet, my… Read it
Mermaid I still think about them. Not every day... But often enough that the memory feels like a tide that never fully recedes. They were just newlyweds, bright, excited, and glowing with that kind of love… Read it
The Last Deckhand I keep telling myself I’m safe now. But I still grasp for air when I think about it. But every time I close my eyes, I hear that sound again, that wet slap of wings hitting the deck. We were drifting… Read it