God Is In The Radio

short-story

  • The Vanishing Years – Part 4

    Previously on The Vanishing Years … The Lydia Fairfax case had become a media circus with national headlines, cameras everywhere, her family playing their roles for the public. But off-camera, their indifference was unsettling, and the trail of elderly women… Continue reading

    The Vanishing Years – Part 4

  • The Vanishing Years – Part 3

    Previously on The Vanishing Years, while the media obsesses over the disappearance of Lydia Fairfax, a darker, quieter pattern was being ignored. Seven elderly women—poor, mostly Black, living alone—had vanished across the city, their cases barely earning a paragraph in… Continue reading

    The Vanishing Years – Part 3

  • The Vanishing Years – Part 2

    Previously on The Vanishing Years, when the news breaks that socialite and heiress Lydia Fairfax has gone missing, the newsroom spirals into chaos. Reporters swarm around TVs, hungry for scraps from a police press conference. Assigned to the story, reporter… Continue reading

    The Vanishing Years – Part 2

  • The Vanishing Years – Part 1

    When socialite Lydia Fairfax vanishes, the city erupts in a frenzy of headlines, search parties, and speculation. But reporter Ethan Cole sees something far stranger simmering beneath the media circus: a string of overlooked disappearances of elderly women no one… Continue reading

    The Vanishing Years – Part 1

  • The Night Unending, Part VI (Finale)

    There was no staircase after the top, only absence. Octavius stood on the edge of the Tower of the Night King and stared into a sky that was not sky but memory congealed into black silk. The stars were watching… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part VI (Finale)

  • The Night Unending, Part V

    He saw it through a break in the storm, just as the fog finally broke its hold: a jagged silhouette against a sky the color of bruised fruit. The tower rose like a wound in the world, forged from obsidian… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part V

  • The Night Unending, Part IV

    At first, it was just his name that slipped away. He noticed it when he tried to hum a song from his childhood and couldn’t remember the lyrics, then couldn’t remember the tune, then couldn’t remember why it had mattered.… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part IV

  • The Night Unending, Part III

    He found it by accident, or maybe it found him. He had wandered far past the dead-end paths of the street, where the moon refused to shine, when a glow shimmered in the distance—a pulse of green and blue and… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part III

  • Animal Husband

    It started with the teeth. Not the growing or sharpening of them—the shedding. Molars clattered into the sink like coins. Canines splashed into soup. He’d smile and leave bloody holes where speech used to live. “He’s just under stress,” his… Continue reading

    Animal Husband

  • The Night Unending, Part II

    Octavius scraped together a flashlight, some plastic-sealed food, and a coat that smelled faintly of old dreams. His apartment was cavernous and echoing. He stepped into the night’s impossible thickness with his odd little bundle. The air tasted like rust… Continue reading

    The Night Unending, Part II