A Short Story

A divorce father of 15 years and a master of hiding his true nature world is forever change when his wife ask him to leave. Adapting to this new change and unprepared for the emotional toll losing his family, Francis is slowly starting to come undone. While this happing a man hunt for the silver ...

Ah, you’ve returned. Or maybe you’ve never left. It’s hard to tell, in places like these. Let me speak plainly—this story is no longer about heroes. There are no roads, no warm taverns, no festivals waiting to be rebuilt. Here, in this forgotten wound of the world, we follow a man with no n...

How far would you go to save the only thing you have left? To sacrifice your sanity for your very livelihood? There are consequences to everything, both good and bad...

Nothing makes... sense. Except the things that are me and a little bit of those around me. Am I walking? Who am I? Where do I need to go? Sometimes, I feel like I'm being followed.

Adrift in space, the UN Flagship Xochiquetzal had a mission: to save humanity. A mission that was left to the best and brightest. A single person who would make the trip across the stars, ensuring the vessel made it to the next habitable star system, seeding it with life, before continuing. But ...

He woke up in a hospital with no memory of how he got there. But there are no patients or doctors left. Only horrors of flesh and metal stalking the halls. Stalking him. It is times like these that force men to confront who they really are. He knows there must be a way out. There must be...

A hot air balloon. A man with a twirly moustache working for the International Airmail Federation, delivering packages to remote places in the world. Of course he's on a delivery again. Why would it go wrong? We all know the question should be, why wouldn't it.

As a shopkeeper of occult objects, my life is quiet and undisturbed—the peace I’ve always craved. Nothing could touch it. Or so I thought... until the threats started arriving in my mailbox. And they have not ceased. A killer is hunting me, and I may be the next name on a list of victims t...

June was a little slower than the others. Same things her father said; same as her mother; and sometimes, same as her husband. June was twenty-two when she had Lily. June was twenty-three when Lily’s dog disappeared without a trace. June was twenty-four when Lily died. And now, a year on…...