This collection of original short stories takes you through the strange place that is my mind. Please keep in mind that I write these short stories—and post a select few online—for my own enjoyment as well as yours; however, they remain my intellectual property and any repurposing or reproduction is not permitted.
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If you listen closely enough, you might just hear the faint whispering of the paintings when a new artwork arrives at The Gallery Diablerie. A stifled laugh here, a murmured rumour there—easy to attribute to any of the gallery’s wealthy clientele or dismiss as a passing echo or the squeak of a wooden floorboard.
The few intact bodies are buried in ash, under the scattered remains of their comrades, and perhaps their foes. In this way, at least, they are not alone. But in the end, everybody is ashes. As I look out on the dead landscape of drowning towers and scorched homes, I…
All it takes is one curious scholar summoning one minor moon god and our eyes are opened. What we call sanity is our inability to comprehend the waking worlds. Were we to understand the interwoven fabrics, we would see that—among barren lands of molten tongues undulating in tuneless songs, and black depths full of limbless…
The sleeping city threatens to swallow the young woman as she trundles through its looming gates and into the fields. The sun has long ago retreated from the horrors of the day. Now, silver rain paints the shimmering pavement, reflecting the golden light of the rings and moons, high above the wispy clouds. Lily Reverie…