“Stories don’t always cost blood… sometimes they’re free.”
Welcome, wanderer. These are fragments from the shadows—tales, excerpts, and whispers I’ve pulled from my darker worlds.
They’re free for you to devour… but be warned: once you step in, there’s no turning back.
A couple takes a desert detour that leads them onto a road that doesn’t end. Each mile takes something from them—until there’s nothing left. A short story of dread and disappearance.
Reading Time: 8 mins
2,950 words
What if perpetual motion didn’t belong to a machine, but to a man?
Reading Time: 6 mins
2,320 words
They thought they’d hit the jackpot. Instead, they doubled down on damnation.
Reading Time: 7 mins
2,960 words
Synesthesia: a rare neurological condition in which stimulation of one sense triggers automatic experiences in another—for example, hearing music and seeing colors.
For young Iris, the violin doesn’t just make sound—it paints the air with ribbons of light, every note alive with color. To her parents, it’s refinement. To her teacher, it’s truth. But as Iris’s gift deepens, the beauty begins to fracture, and the colors reveal something lurking beneath the world only she can see.
Reading Time: 5 mins
1,688 words
1,688 words
