Novels
Traces
Traces is a work of literary horror where perception fractures, voices blur, and agency is constantly under siege. At its center is a pendant — carried across violence, atrocity, and memory — binding its bearers to a void both seductive and hostile. Through shifting perspectives — a woman hunted by her own fractured psyche, a voice that speaks in second person, a Forgemaster whispering from the dark — the story spirals into dread. This is not a tale of monsters in the shadows, but of the shadows within perception itself, where possession, reflection, and silence erode what it means to be human. Traces is horror as violation: of memory, of will, of self.
Shorts
Boots
In a warzone stripped of comfort, a private marches on in boots held together with fence wire. His silence isn’t complaint but commitment — to the mission, to the men beside him. When his captain notices, an exchange unfolds that is wordless yet heavy, binding respect and sacrifice in ways military speeches never capture. Boots is not about victory or loss, but about the dignity hidden in decay, and the quiet recognition that sometimes the smallest acts of endurance define us more than the largest battles.
The Drip
In a future that gleams with brass and oil, power is plentiful. What’s scarce — what drives every bargain, every sickness, every death — is water. Fresh drinking water barely exists. What trickles through pipes is brine, contaminants, and infection. Amid the propaganda of corporations promising salvation, a worker succumbs to fever, his thirst unquenchable. Drip by drip, hallucination and reality dissolve. The walls sweat, machines breathe, slogans echo: We are the water. We control the water. The Drip is a fever-snapshot novella of thirst, delirium, and body horror. It doesn’t resolve. It lingers — a cyclical vision of collapse that leaves the reader as parched as its protagonist.
Post-Flip
When the Earth’s magnetic poles reverse, every electronic system — from satellites to smartphones to life-support machines — fails. Civilization plunges overnight into a pre-electric world. In one rural town, survival looks deceptively possible: wood stoves burn, wells pump, old tractors run on diesel. But paranoia blooms. Who hoards? Who steals? Who knows more than they’re telling? And into that fragile equilibrium comes a stranger with technology immune to the collapse — and with them, whispers of something vast that has noticed Earth in its silence. Post-Flip is cosmic horror through a small-town lens: a tale of survival, suspicion, and dread, where the greatest terror is not the failure of machines, but what arrives in the quiet after.
They drift through space in dwindling numbers, starving, fracturing. Some argue survival requires feeding on their own. Others resist, choosing death over cannibalism. When a barren rock with carbon, heat, and traces of water appears, the colony seizes hope. They terraform. They seed. Plants sprout that depend on them. Animals follow, feeding, evolving, a whole ecology woven around their existence. But the factions persist — pragmatists, moralists, tree-huggers who worship the balance. Only when a new force arrives does the truth emerge. The colonists were never destined to be masters of their own destiny. Colonists is an ecological inversion tale, where the invaders are not alien afterall.
Media
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, an audire concludaturque eos, sed nonumy audire copiosae te. Et doctus expetenda mel. Ad sumo menandri argumentum ius, lorem dolorem id usu. Vix eu etiam euismod quaerendum. Ex eum illud admodum gloriatur, id mundi constituam mea.
Cu mei nibh decore contentiones, ea qui luptatum complectitur, per in congue tractatos. Vix tota aliquando forensibus ne. At partiendo percipitur assueverit vel, summo principes his an, sint vero cibo te usu. Oratio soluta vel ut, discere omnesque indoctum an mel, no mel duis invenire. Hinc aeque nominati vis no. Eum te essent veritus, ex illud errem indoctum mel, vel in tacimates accusamus.
Vim nulla mundi consulatu et. Nec eu omittam deserunt, in his tractatos consulatu molestiae. Vix cu expetenda reprehendunt. Ei sea lorem eleifend disputationi. Ex nostro salutandi scripserit mei. Appellantur liberavisse vix in, dicant nusquam probatus in vis.
Offendit quaerendum ne vis. Cu qui apeirian contentiones. Vix alii tantas sententiae te, qui ad tota harum. Mentitum verterem sit ex, iudico maiorum at vim, adipisci imperdiet est at. Vis veniam legimus conceptam an.
Cum exerci facilisi intellegebat ut, invidunt inciderint repudiandae sea ne. Ut vim errem molestiae. Mel eu epicuri lucilius comprehensam, vero quidam mei id. Qui vivendo offendit no. Ex mel civibus accusata.
Other Works
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, an audire concludaturque eos, sed nonumy audire copiosae te. Et doctus expetenda mel. Ad sumo menandri argumentum ius, lorem dolorem id usu. Vix eu etiam euismod quaerendum. Ex eum illud admodum gloriatur, id mundi constituam mea.
Cu mei nibh decore contentiones, ea qui luptatum complectitur, per in congue tractatos. Vix tota aliquando forensibus ne. At partiendo percipitur assueverit vel, summo principes his an, sint vero cibo te usu. Oratio soluta vel ut, discere omnesque indoctum an mel, no mel duis invenire. Hinc aeque nominati vis no. Eum te essent veritus, ex illud errem indoctum mel, vel in tacimates accusamus.
Vim nulla mundi consulatu et. Nec eu omittam deserunt, in his tractatos consulatu molestiae. Vix cu expetenda reprehendunt. Ei sea lorem eleifend disputationi. Ex nostro salutandi scripserit mei. Appellantur liberavisse vix in, dicant nusquam probatus in vis.
Offendit quaerendum ne vis. Cu qui apeirian contentiones. Vix alii tantas sententiae te, qui ad tota harum. Mentitum verterem sit ex, iudico maiorum at vim, adipisci imperdiet est at. Vis veniam legimus conceptam an.
Cum exerci facilisi intellegebat ut, invidunt inciderint repudiandae sea ne. Ut vim errem molestiae. Mel eu epicuri lucilius comprehensam, vero quidam mei id. Qui vivendo offendit no. Ex mel civibus accusata.