My thing is creating and telling stories. My specialty is horror stories, but for a long time now, I’ve secretly drawn inspiration from my stories to write romance. It’s my romantic side, and it’s a little less respectable than writing terrifying stories. Horror is cool, romance is a bit of a silly thing in people’s heads, but I enjoy writing both genres and I’m not ruling out trying other genres in the future. Anyway, this is where you’ll find my stories.
Recent Posts :
The Bridge Between Us: Chapter 4
Chapter 4 – Liz’s Coat Lelliana kept the coat for three days. Officially, because she was working too much to return it. Officially, because between two shifts, two nights that were far too short, and three late buses, it had been impossible to find a proper moment to stop by the library. Officially, because she…
The Bridge Between Us: Chapter 3
Chapter 3 – The Bridge Between Them For three days, the unlikely friendship lived inside Liz’s phone. It began each morning with a message from Lelliana, often absurd, sometimes accompanied by a blurry photo of her coffee, her shoes, a hospital corridor, or a packet of biscuits eaten at three in the morning during a…
The Bridge Between Us: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 – The Messages We Don’t Delete The day after Halloween, London had the particular kind of hangover only big cities know how to wear. The pavements were littered with crushed cups, wet glitter, and plastic vampire teeth abandoned near the gutters. Shop windows reflected a low, thick, grey sky, as though the previous…
The Bridge Between Us: Chapter 1
I’m a little scared to post this, it’s the first time I’ve posted this kind of story. I wrote this story to make it a sort of novel. There are 11 chapters in total. I plan to post one every two weeks on Friday, hoping you like it. Happy reading. Chapter 1 – An Unlikely…
My Weird Tale Stories: Parasite
I/ The TikTok Lady’s Meditation Family reunions are an invention of the Antichrist. But family reunions that last 10 days are literally the eighth circle of hell. Here I am, stuck without Wi-Fi in the middle of nowhere in Kent in a boring house, full of boring adults, and the only person roughly my age…
My Weird Tale Stories: 1, 2, 3.
It’s a story like all the others, like the one that we keep with us, that we take with us when we leave, that permeates those that stay, all the time. It’s a story like any other. A big house at the end of a path with a stream and a river, just in between,…
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