The Hollowing House doesn’t haunt you. It learns you. Step inside Barrow’s End, where memory curdles and guilt becomes architecture. You won’t find ghosts here—just the parts of yourself you buried. And the house? It’s still hungry.

We have always exploited animals for our own entertainment and appetite for flesh. There are no words to describe how cruel this practice is but here I give it a try.

What better way to control the masses than to scare the shit out of them, making them believe they'll burn for eternity for perceived sins.

I love the sea and pirate tales. This is a dirge about a pirate that once ruled the seven seas but succumbed to darkness. It's poignant and sad. I do hope you enjoy

Henry and Uncle Jacob prepare for the worst in the middle of the night what could be waiting for them in this small run down Inn?

In this Chapter Henry is introduced and faces his first major adversity in life and meets his "uncle"

This is the informative lore of the book to give you a basic understanding of the world as seen from the eyes of the races of men.

The backstory of Lavender, the ancient Sidhe from Unsleeping God and how he came to be known as Lavender.

Welcome to the world of Unsleeping God. A meet cute between our two protagonists that lands at least one of them on their ass.

The Prophet inhales smoke at the edge of The breach alert atmosphere. It braids his throat. When he opens his eyes, he’s in France, 1999. Zhenmo claims the day is recorded, but the breach feels unrehearsed. A girl runs past him—eight years old, tear-branded, wrapped in gift-like trash. Men in suits chase her. They say she’s unrehearsed, that her parents stood by, that they are responsible. She invokes Joan of Arc. She refuses to be traded to demons with large eyes. The Prophet sings, fights, fails. A storm pours down, clouding the streets. She’s dragged into a chrome car. He screams. Then he wakes beside Lyra, gasping for air. She pats his back. He couldn’t speak. The breach left clues: a ribbon, a jazz station, a silence. This happened in 1999. No one noticed. But he did

The Archivist's wake is a 1000 word horror story that's bound to get your emotions stirring in other realms that you never thought existed.

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The forest was too still. That kind of silence only meant death was close. By the time I found them, the twins had rifles on my team—Asia’s breath shaking, Jayla’s eyes wide with fear. One heartbeat later, I dropped from the trees. One cut. Two bodies. Silence again. When the blood settled, Jayla looked at me like I was something between a savior and a monster. Maybe I was both. I didn’t kill for glory. I killed to protect what little I had left. But that night, when Asia asked if I ever felt peace— I lied. Because peace wasn’t something I found. It was something I had to fight for.

This is where it all started. This initial chapter is a major turning point in my life. It's a day I'll never forget. It's written as close to as it actually happened. This memory will probably the most accurate real life memory in the entire story.

This is the Foreword, Preface and Epigraph of the story. It explains why I wrote this story plus includes a short story my son wrote for his fourth grade year book. It made first page.

This is the legal crap, the copyright and the dedication. I don't want anyone stealing my hard work.

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In the dead quiet of the mansion, Jayla follows Ja’kari into the dark—and uncovers the truth he’s buried beneath scars and silence. A mercenary. Wanted in thirty-two states. Hunted by ghosts he once called family. When strangers in black armor appear at the forest’s edge, their voices cut through the night: “Come out, Ja’kari Vance — or watch them die.” The warmth of laughter vanishes, and Jayla realizes too late—shadows don’t sleep, and neither do the sins that made him.

With honor once pure and golden, The forgotten souls wander the lands of Reveri where the stars shattered and rained down releasing beings passed and ahead. The lands fell into discord, what was once a peaceful landscape remains a limitless hell for hopeless and a playground for the powerful. Through it all remains one silent forgotten soul, broken blade in hand it sits in the depths of Dethus abyss, never given a purpose or a form to prove itself worthy of heaven. Never the ability to find peace in being sent to its grave. While Regarik rules the depths of Dethus, the Magiunion reins among the luminescent star lakes, the two sons of heaven safeguard the very edges of Reveri. Each being holding a peice of the forgotten souls peace. Will it go through the challenges of fighting with its calloused malice to regain an eternal peace or remain in its shallow fate sitting alone in Dethus destined to be forgotten once more?

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