Audio Ghost — Synopsis In the highest vaults of Heaven, where music is the language of creation, God performs an act that shocks even the eldest seraphim: He raises an Archangel out of Hell. His name is TJ Machiavelli, once the greatest worship musician in celestial history — a composer whose harmonies could steady storms and whose rhythms could ignite galaxies. But centuries ago, pride fractured him, and he fell. Now, God retrieves him, scarred, humbled, and wrapped in black from head to toe. He wears a black welding mask with a tinted visor to hide the damage Hell carved into his face. His wings are gone. And when he plays — whether the church organ or the cosmic turntables — God keeps him chained, not as punishment, but as protection. TJ’s heart is powerful but unstable, easily swayed by longing, admiration, and the emotional intensity of music itself. One radiant Sunday morning, during a worship gathering in Heaven, TJ sees Petra Bumbleton, an angel... O.A.

A child finds safety in the confines of a library. The head librarian shows the guard chasing the child the power of stories.

The kingdom bells rang as Star stood on the balcony, the Cursed Blade of Sparta humming in her grasp. Below, panic spread through the capital as thousands of creatures emerged from the morning fog. Cyrick walked at their front, red eyes glowing beneath his hood. Guards raised weapons. Alarm horns screamed across the walls. But Star only smiled, her black-and-crimson dress flowing in the wind. “Open the gates,” she ordered softly. “An empire is being born.”

A romantic poem about exploring a fantastical world with dream-like vivid scenery and something to etch and carve into your memory forever

The Woman I Meet in My Dreams Chapter One 2:17 A.M. I never used to remember my dreams. People would talk about flying through cities or seeing dead relatives in grocery stores, and I’d nod along pretending I understood. Sleep had always been dark and empty for me — like my mind shut completely off just to survive another day. Until her. The first time I saw her, I woke up crying without knowing why. Not loud crying. Not panic. Just silent tears sliding into my hairline while the room stayed dark around me. She was standing in a kitchen with sunlight pouring through open windows. Barefoot. Hair messy. Humming softly while making coffee like nobody in the world had ever hurt her before. And the strange part wasn’t that she looked familiar. The strange part was that she was me.

A little excerpt from the beginning of an Eldritch horror D&D campaign I'm writing. Hope you guys like it!

In 1770, the healer A’asiatani witnesses a tragic encounter where a Cherokee village man kills his own wife, who had been possessed by the malevolent serpent Uktena as payment for a desperate bargain. A’asiatani adopts their orphaned son, Inola, as the man dies from his wounds.​Shawnee chief named Täwikashä enters the Western Hollow to strike his own bargain with the Great Serpent to become Chief. The story emphasizes that within the Hollow, every supernatural blessing or bargain comes with a cost.

Solar Vendetta — Synopsis In the scorched frontier of Heliotrope Ridge, a solar‑powered boomtown shimmering under a blistering future sun, a stranger arrives: Butch Alpine, the infamous contract killer whose reputation travels faster than the dust storms at his back. He’s hunting one man — Thomas Sigma — the engineer‑turned‑opportunist blamed for letting the water reserves of their previous compound evaporate into nothing. Thomas’s six henchmen tried bartering the last remaining water for gold, failed spectacularly, and scattered. Butch has been tracking them, collecting their gold piece by piece like grim trophies. But Heliotrope Ridge holds a complication Butch didn’t expect: Nephelia Chochoe — solar mechanic, desert mystic, and the only person who ever knew Butch before he became a ghost with a gun. Nephelia is in love with Thomas Sigma. And she knows exactly what Butch is capable of... O.A.

Ethan and Harold are saved by Madelyn and now he gets answers to what he really is, and what path he must take.

Four friends finally take the trip to Europe they have been talking about since college. While backpacking through Poland they find themselves in a medieval village that is all too familiar.

I dream of you. In times, where there’s, nothing left of you, but a single drop of tear, it may flood the gates. And then I begin to think, that I, remember.

If you approach with a genuine desire to connect, a lack of entitlement to her time, and the social awareness to know when to move on—you’ll never have to worry about being “that guy.”

My take on a writing prompt I found on Pintrest. A 19 year old male named Lucas deals with his shadows while trying to hold onto his best friend as she finishes her last year of high school.

The machine disobeys. It sees something it shouldn’t. And someone out there knows exactly how it thinks.

Leo and Myra never meant to leave their world behind—but the moment they follow a strange, shadowed creature, there’s no turning back. The portal closes, and they awaken in Metanoia, a land of breathtaking magic… and something far more unsettling beneath it. Every step feels watched. Every answer leads to more questions. Then they meet Helios. He doesn’t welcome them, he warns them. Their arrival wasn’t chance. It was foretold. And whatever brought them here… isn’t done with them yet.

This is story 2 in The Moon Bar Stories and it talks about love and true soulmates and what Elizabeth has to do in order to have her soulmate again. There is sexual moments in this and future stories so viewer discretion is advised.

The full moon hung heavy in the sky as Aamon, the werewolf, prowled the edges of the forest. His keen senses had led him to Amala's remote farmhouse, nestled two miles from the nearest town.

The dim cavern pulsed with a strange, rhythmic glow as the last of the women were dragged into the den, their whimpers swallowed by the slick walls that throbbed with unseen life. The air was thick with the creature’s musk—warm, cloying, and laced with something that made their skin prickle and their breath come faster.

She floated aimlessly, pain springing forward as blood seeped from the bullet wound at her side. It dyed the ocean water around her, along with the setting sun; this was going to be her last gaze of the living world. Her sight filled with that dreaded color of flesh and rage. So many emotions were running through her mind, though her face probably didn’t show it as she sank in the water. Emotionless and motionless, like a rock carelessly tossed into the green-blue sea. Her vision went black, almost as if she had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

The story should is about a woman in her early 30's finding a gateway portal to a fantastical world and how she encounters a Prince (same age as her) from that world, and together they embark on a journey together, encountering many things and creatures before she returns to her world. Ironically, the protagonist is named after myself.