fiction
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part V: The Unraveling
It had been two weeks since he discovered the box of tapes, and every moment since felt like slipping further into someone else’s story. The footage of Arthur Caldwell standing outside the hospital still haunted him—those whispered words, “You’re ready… Continue reading
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The Locket
The train station buzzed with life, a blur of motion and noise as commuters bustled toward destinations both mundane and monumental. Clara clutched her scarf tighter against the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. Her mind raced—she was… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part IV: The Mystery of Arthur Caldwell
Elliot shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the flicker of the old tape casting erratic shadows across the walls of his small apartment. The grainy footage showed a faceless man adjusting a camera in what appeared to be a darkened room,… Continue reading
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Where the Fireflies Dance
The fireflies turned the old orchard into a living constellation, their tiny lanterns casting flickers of gold against the encroaching twilight. Sylvie stood at the edge of the field, her pen forgotten behind her ear, a notepad clutched limply in… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part III: The Deep Dive
Elliot sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor of his small apartment, surrounded by piles of old VHS tapes. At first, they seemed like a peculiar relic of family life—harmless snippets of birthdays, holidays, and mundane moments. But then he… Continue reading
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The Rainkeeper’s Bench
The drizzle had been steady all morning, painting the park in muted grays and silvers. Emily tied her hoodie tighter against the wind, her sneakers slapping softly against the wet pavement. As always, she passed the old man on the… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part II: A Chilling Revelation
That evening, Elliot sat cross-legged on the worn rug of his modest living room, the cardboard box of tapes at his side. A dim table lamp cast a pool of yellow light, leaving the corners of the room steeped in… Continue reading
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Nightmare In The Dance Hall
The old dance hall smelled faintly of lemon polish and mildew, its once-grand chandeliers now dimmed to an eerie, flickering glow. Emma adjusted her coat, the weight of her stethoscope still lingering on her shoulders despite leaving it at home.… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part I: The Discovery
Elliot Travers adjusted his glasses as he peered through the window of McCarthy’s Auction House, a weathered building on the edge of their sleepy Kansas town. The overcast sky outside threatened rain, a gray canvas that seemed to muffle sound… Continue reading
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The Polaroid Cottage
After the breakup, Ellie fled to the family cottage—a weathered shanty perched on a jagged cliff above the sea. The waves roared below, drowning out her thoughts, but she didn’t mind. She spent her days pacing the creaking floorboards, her… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 