The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat
Category: Fiction
The Crow on Ashfield Road
They say every town has one quiet place that remembers the dead. Ours is a narrow road with a black crow that never leaves.
The Quiet Among Us
In this town, no one speaks above a whisper — and the quiet watches.
Shadows of Summer
August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
The Last Good Hill
Something is coming—something no roar can stop.
The Last Walk
In memory of our sweet Lila.
A Goose Gone Rogue
Never turn your back on a goose in a top hat...
Everpine’s Spirit
Ah, Christmas. The time of year when the world seems to soften, just a little. The snow falls in gentle whispers, lights twinkle in frosted windows, and the smell of cinnamon and pine fills the air...
Lost
Some promises will haunt you forever...
Eyes in the Veil
The Northern Veil was Jeames’ domain, a place where few dared to tread without good reason...
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