fiction
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The Book of Wilt & Wonder
I am gold that arrives before greena promise too precious to last ** The leaf becomes the flowerbut the flower forgets its name by dusk ** She wears her richest crown in deathburning brighter as she fades ** They rise… Continue reading
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The Hollow Season
“If you were torn from me,” he whispered, “I could not bear what the earth had to offer.” Her breath hitched, a soft tremor in the candlelit gloom. The fire crackled, spitting sparks. Outside, a storm combed the cliffs with… Continue reading
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The Wailing in the Trees
My mother told me that owls in trees wailed the windswept night before her father died. I was ten when she first said it; her voice soft, but not gentle, as if she feared the words might wake something. We… Continue reading
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More Alive Than The Living
They said the house at the edge of the forest was where people went to die. Not in flesh—at least not always—but in spirit. They called it The Hollow. No doors. Only a stairwell that descends without end. When Miriam… Continue reading
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The House That Crawls Toward God
They say the house on Saint Mary’s Hill rings its bell only on Easter Sunday, but no one remembers who rings it. Locals avoid the place. Some claim it shifts position ever so slightly each year, as though it were… Continue reading
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Bride of the Hollow-Eyed Man
The first time Evelyn saw him, it was twilight, and the fog in the moor stitched silver veils between the bare-boned trees. He stood at the edge of the graveyard, where the iron fence buckled as if trying to crawl… Continue reading
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The House at Withering Moor
The moor was mist-lashed, brittle with frost, and the clouds hung low and gray like mold on a ceiling. Eliza stood in the high tower window of Withering House, her hands resting on the cold sill, her breath fogging the… Continue reading
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The Demon Was Sent
No one saw it arrive. There was no sound, heat, flickering veil, or flame. It simply was where once it had not been: a new wrinkle in the air, a smudge in the pattern of things. The wind shuddered backwards… Continue reading
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Grandma’s Thrift & Bone
The sign out front said “GRANDMA’S THRIFT & BONE – UNDEAD GOODS, AMAZING PRICES!” in flaking paint and what might have been coagulated blood. Beneath it, a handwritten chalkboard cheerfully advertised: TODAY’S SPECIAL: BUY ONE SKULL, GET A FREE TIBIA!… Continue reading
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This Land Is My Land (Unless It’s Gated)
Johnny Appleseed woke behind a Taco Bell dumpster with apple seeds in his beard and a parking ticket stapled to his tunic. The year was 2025, the air smelled faintly of vape juice and synthetic optimism, and Johnny was—once again—an… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 