An object formed by cold and gravity hangs in quiet clarity, unaware of the role it will soon play. When human heat and human conflict spill outside, something ornamental becomes something irreversible, and the only true witness is the one thing that cannot last long enough to be questioned.
Posts tagged short story
Phantom Limb: A Nocturne |
A Psychological Horror Short Story
I woke to the impossible—my shadow moving without me. The house held its breath as the dark pressed close. Every step deepened the divide between body and self. A psychological horror short story about identity, fear, and the haunting space where the self begins to split.
Two Black Eyes
A moment from my childhood still follows me—the day a neighbor’s taunts turned into a sudden blow I never saw coming. I didn’t understand what I’d done, only that the impact and confusion stayed with me for decades. This story explores how one strange afternoon shaped my sense of guilt and memory.