God Is In The Radio

fantasy fiction

  • Under the Mistletoe

    Beth loathed the office Christmas parties, their hollow cheer, stale garlands, and forced laughter that echoed too sharply off sterile walls.  But this year, something felt off. Shadows seemed to pool deeper in the corners, the flicker of the fluorescent… Continue reading

    Under the Mistletoe

  • The Dreamweaver’s Crossing

    Dr. Mira Feld sat at her desk, sifting through a stack of patient notes. Her latest session with Julian had been strange—stranger than usual. Julian was a prolific dreamer, prone to intricate stories of soaring mountains, glittering oceans, and cities… Continue reading

    The Dreamweaver’s Crossing

  • The Circus of Shadows

    The poster appeared overnight, pasted crookedly on the crumbling wall of an alley. Its ink shimmered faintly in the dim light, the words whispering to anyone curious enough to look closer: The Circus of Shadows—One Night Only. Under the New… Continue reading

    The Circus of Shadows

  • The Crow Court

    The cathedral loomed in the shadows, its broken spires clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. Mara had always thought it looked haunted, a relic of an older, stranger time, and she would have never dared to enter—until tonight.  Her… Continue reading

    The Crow Court

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part X

    The winter had finally given way to spring. The cold, oppressive weight of ice and snow had melted into warmth and light. Streets that had once been slick with frost were now alive with the colors of blossoming flowers, and… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part X

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VI

    As Eliot walked deeper into this twisted version of his world, faint traces of Ida emerged from the darkness. At first, it was a barely noticeable detail—a piece of blue fabric fluttering on the sidewalk ahead. His heart skipped a… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VI

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part V

    The message had been simple, but it chilled Eliot to the bone: “The mirror.” He hadn’t slept since receiving it, his mind spiraling into dark places as he tried to understand what it could mean. Now, standing on a narrow,… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part V

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III

    Eliot sat at his kitchen table, staring at his blank journal. The paper was crisp and white, mocking him with its emptiness. His pen hovered, twitching in his fingers, as he struggled to put words down—any words—about Ida. He could… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I

    The wind that swept through Philadelphia on that bitter winter morning felt colder than usual, biting at Eliot’s face as he trudged down Walnut Street. He tightened his scarf, pulling his coat closer, trying to shake off the chill that… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I