The world is so vast you can't escape it. Try to love more often that never and have a good life. Lol

Because the world is vast you are superficial and loved and kind. We will see that. Welcome home bro

A family thinks they're going to live their dream only to find out it's a nightmare. They try to run away to a different place to find out it's worse.

Coming Jan 8th 2026. This will get the pot stirring. Kick back relax and enjoy the ride. Chapter 2 of Hardcore on The Hood.

The prologue establishes the night as a quiet, watchful presence and introduces a ghost that haunts the town subtly rather than violently, appearing only after dark and leaving behind unease instead of destruction. Through rumors and small disturbances—whispers, flickering lights, animals refusing certain paths—the town’s long history with the unseen is hinted at, while it’s made clear the ghost is not driven by anger but by something unfinished that binds it to the living world. The night itself seems to recognize and shelter the ghost, deepening the mystery. The prologue closes on a turning point: for the first time in years, someone else is awake and aware, breaking the ghost’s solitude and signaling that the story is about to truly begin.

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Elias Thorne, a meticulous clockmaker living in a fog-drenched river town, finds himself haunted by a woman who appears on the local pier every night at precisely 2:14 AM. When he discovers her likeness in a century-old family ledger, Elias is pulled into a supernatural mystery involving a tragic ancestor and a hidden, gargantuan machine that has trapped a soul in a loop of time. To set things right, he must venture beneath the city's foundations to confront the "Great Clock" and decide whether to keep the past alive or finally let the gears of time move forward.

Connected to my short story, "A Lovely Letter." A poem of sorts from the perspective of the soldier.

A soldier writes home to their love. Inspired by the letters sent between loved ones during times of war.

Coming Jan 15th. Part three in the series, Erotic Ebonics. Stay tuned in. For weekly episodes and new story lines.

This is part two in the Erotic Ebonics Series and as promised will be released on the 7th of Jan so stay tuned. Enjoy

Coming Jan 1st 2026... Here is: Hardcore in the Hood. An audio production series that will continue to come for you until there is nothing left. Enjoy.

Coming Jan 1st 2026... Ebonic Erotics is a series that tells "romantic" stories. VERY romantic. You know why you came here. This is that ghetto luv baby! That heat! This is chapter 1. Enjoy.

My first note. Here, I introduce myself and provide a short story inspired by the winter storm occurring along the East Coast (USA).

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Excerpt — The Year the River Turned Warm Briar Falls, Maine — 1963 Elias Crowe had always thought the Briar River sounded like teeth.Cold teeth.Chattering teeth.The kind that bit your ankles even in July. So when he stepped into the shallows that morning and felt warmth rising around his legs, he froze. The kind of freeze that starts in your bones and works its way up your throat. The river wasn’t warm like summer.It was warm like breath. Fog clung low to the surface, thick enough to hide anything standing waist‑deep. Elias squinted into it, waiting for a bird, a branch, a trick of the light — anything normal. Instead, the fog shifted. A pale oval surfaced just beneath the ripples.Not a full face — just the suggestion of one.Two dark hollows where eyes should be.And a mouth. A mouth that was smiling. Elias stumbled backward, heart punching his ribs, but the smile didn’t move. It just hovered there, patient, as if it had been waiting for him specifically.

Excerpt — The Year the River Turned Warm Briar Falls, Maine — 1963 Elias Crowe had always thought the Briar River sounded like teeth. Cold teeth. Chattering teeth. The kind that bit your ankles even in July. So when he stepped into the shallows that morning and felt warmth rising around his legs, he froze. The kind of freeze that starts in your bones and works its way up your throat. The river wasn’t warm like summer. It was warm like breath. Fog clung low to the surface, thick enough to hide anything standing waist‑deep. Elias squinted into it, waiting for a bird, a branch, a trick of the light — anything normal. Instead, the fog shifted. A pale oval surfaced just beneath the ripples. Not a full face — just the suggestion of one. Two dark hollows where eyes should be. And a mouth. A mouth that was smiling. Elias stumbled backward, heart punching his ribs, but the smile didn’t move. It just hovered there, patient, as if it had been waiting for him specifically.

This short story is fixed on showing you the mindset of the classic narcissist. Someone who is entirely self absorbed, lacks empathy, and genuinely believes they deserve whatever they want, because they're just SO GREAT!

This is the opening chapter to my story titled The Love of Isekai got me Isekai'd. I myself love those kind of stories I'm a big anime fan and manga fan and if you are to I think you'll like the story

We finally meet our mystery owl, and the plot thickens. Is everything what it seems? Will we learn who these people are? Keep reading to find out.