This is where the rules loosen, the stakes rise, and the voices don’t quiet down. I write stories that blur the line between reality and whatever’s trying to replace it—sometimes grounded, sometimes surreal, always rooted in emotional truth. Whether it’s character-driven fiction, immersive worldbuilding, or quiet narratives that hum beneath the surface, the aim is simple: to leave something tender and rotting in the heart—alive, aching, and impossible to rip out.
New work is added regularly—fiction, fragments, and whatever else insists on being told.
Narrative Works
Green Lantern: Dawn's Early Light
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Teeth on the Wallpaper
Nathan followed them, one foot after the other, the banister gently weeping in his palm. As they climbed, the wallpaper mouths grew louder, chanting, laughing, spitting teeth like popcorn kernels.
Black Pens & Bleeding Peaches
She pressed the pen into his palm. It was warm. The warmth was wrong. The warmth was recent, mammalian, arterial. The warmth was a shared secret he did not want. It throbbed. No, it didn’t. Yes, it did.
He walked backward without turning, the way you leave a room with a sleeping tiger inside, and when he finally faced the field of cubicles again, everything wore a new face. The furniture grimaced. The ceiling exhaled. The carpet was a tongue.
He put the black pen on his desk and watched it like it might bloom teeth.