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What Was Taken Was Not Lost by Choice

They never asked.

They came with softer words than fire,

but the ground split open the same way,

a season swallowed whole

and forced to answer to a false name.

They found her in the thaw,

in mud and breath and animal heat,

in the way the earth renewed itself

without permission,

without apology.

And that would not do.

So they cleaned her.

Scraped the dirt from her hands,

pressed her mouth shut over its teeth and hunger,

wrapped the wildness in white cloth

and called the...

As Carson released the controls of the mental interface with the ancient city, he felt the faintest flicker of life brush the edges of his awareness.

He focused on it at once.

The contact existed only in his mind’s eye, a presence without shape or sound, something only he could sense. Carson reached out with his awareness and embraced it.

Creation exploded.

His consciousness unfolded into the vastness, stretching and stretching, faster than he could name the sensation. First he perceived the...

The clocks slipped back, and something in me slipped with them. I never expect it to hit as hard as it does, but every year, like clockwork, I feel my body dim. Mornings drag. Nights come too early. I sleep too long, yet never feel rested. Inside, everything feels muted. Not broken, just distant, like my emotions are speaking from another room.

I know the name for it. Seasonal affective disorder. That doesn’t make it easier, but at least it gives shape to the fog.

On the better days, I pull...

The Day the Sky Screamed

I was eight when the dark came.

It wasn’t night. Night has stars. Night has air. This was bigger. Heavier. It ate the sky, the ground, and the people all at once.

They didn’t fall. They didn’t burn. They just… stopped like they were erased from the page.

I felt it. All of them. Thoughts crashing into me too fast to hold. I don’t want to die. Where’s my child? God, help me— And then nothing. Nothing. Nothing. The silence screamed so loud I thought my head would break.

I...

So I finished another novella tonight. This one will probably end up being my second published book — and that’s awesome. I’m proud of that.

But here’s the thing… when I’m deep in writing mode, these characters don’t just live on the page. They live in my head. I feel what they feel — their highs, their lows, their little victories, and their heartbreaks. So when I finally type those two words, “The End,” it feels like losing someone.

They stop living in my mind because now they live on paper,...