How This Came Together

In Unlucky Voyager, a simple cruise becomes a lesson in superstition, denial, and escalating misfortune when Sebastian and Jimmy set sail with very different outlooks on luck. What begins as friendly banter over a relaxing trip quickly spirals as one small detail refuses to stay harmless. This comedic short story blends character-driven humor, absurd timing, and classic misadventure for listeners who enjoy lighthearted storytelling with a chaotic edge...

Once I finished Last Call and Silent Repairs, my attention turned to the final genre for the year, a Romance. Without a clear story in mind, I turned to ChatGPT for a starting point, which offered a simple idea about an unsent letter resurfacing years later. Sometimes an idea that’s too broad can be just as challenging as one weighed down by detail. One leaves you nowhere to begin, the other nowhere to move. That was where I sat for a couple of days, until stepping back from the prompt allowed the heart of the story to emerge and wrap around me like a comforting blanket.

Some stories arrive loudly, demanding attention from the first line. Others wait patiently, tucked out of sight for years. They only ask for attention when you slow down long enough to notice them...

The moment I finished Circling Cold and Measured Inspiration I turned my attention to my comedic duo, Sebastian & Jimmy. When I sat down to create this story, I tossed my story cubes and stared down at a house, an abacus, and a child with an attached nightmare. It took me a while to work through the trio of images and come up with the first concept for this story. Once that seed was done, the full story tumbled out from the depths of my mind.

Some nights feel wrong before anything actually goes wrong. A streetlamp flickers too long. A house creaks when it shouldn’t...

After finishing Circling Cold, another image lingered in my thoughts and refused to let go, see the inspiration below. It stirred two very different memories. The first was my own childhood experience with piano lessons. There was ample frustration and a demand for discipline in those early lessons, and yet, in hindsight, they formed the foundation for my limited musical knowledge. The second was far less personal, but no less vivid. It was the life-draining machine from The Princess Bride, a device designed not to kill outright, but to take only what was needed.

Those ideas fused into multiple questions...

In Return, a governing council is forced to confront a century-old failure when the fate of a lost colony resurfaces. What begins as routine political procedure turns into a quiet reckoning, where duty, fear, and buried history collide. This science fiction short story explores leadership under pressure, moral responsibility, and the cost of choosing comfort over truth.

Set within a vast council chamber, Return follows a tense debate over whether a forgotten world deserves answers or continued silence. As voices clash and motives unravel, a single vote determines whether the past remains buried or finally acknowledged. This is a story about restraint, legacy, and the quiet weight of decisions made far from the consequences they unleash...

After finishing Last Call, my attention turned to the next genre chosen in the poll, a Fantasy. During that process, a recent character flooded back into my mind, Elara Finch. Rather than forgetting about her, something I have done far too recently, I wanted to pause and explore a quieter, more personal moment from her life as a tinker. While I intend to explore her life in more detail later, I wanted to create something more intimate for my patrons.

Some fantasy stories begin with clashing steel or spells hurled across a battlefield. This one begins elsewhere...

After finishing Anchor’s Stability, I found myself looking for the next quiet corner of the worlds I’ve already built, somewhere familiar, but not recently explored. That search led me back to the Academy, a setting I hadn’t visited in a while. A brief refresher was all it took before the rhythms of that place returned: study rooms, old tomes, and the ever-present sense that learning there is rarely as harmless as it seems.

Some lessons at the Academy are delivered through chalk dust and carefully measured lectures. Others are learned in quieter moments, when curiosity drifts just a little too far and finds something waiting in the margins...

After publishing the conclusion of the Discovery series, Discovery’s Cost, my focus shifted to the second WattPad entry for the month and the next installment of Mounting Tensions. While the broader direction of the series is firmly in place, I still allow room to linger on moments that reveal character rather than advance plot. Though this storyline largely follows Rylan and Darvin, we’ve reached the point where the dispatched pilots step into focus. Of the three sent out, Mara Ritter was the last to leave their home world, and the first to arrive.

Some journeys are loud. They announce themselves with engines flaring, signals broadcasting, and witnesses lining up to watch history unfold. Others begin in silence, shaped by restraint rather than spectacle, where success depends on passing through unnoticed...

In Icy Wasteland, a remote journey across a glacier-covered sea descends into something far more dangerous than isolation. Hired as a simple laborer, Anton soon realizes his employer’s cargo and destination hold a secret that thrives just outside the law, the light, and civilization.

As the ship slips between towering icy cliffs and the captain ignites several green chemical lights, Anton’s unease grows. What begins as a routine job becomes a fight for survival when he uncovers the true cost of doing business at the edge of the world...

The results of this month’s genre poll lingered with me longer than usual. Stepping away from a rigid schedule has its benefits, but it also leaves more room for everything to circle without getting settled. However, once I got back on track, I knew the first story, a Crime Caper, needed to center around control. Not the kind seized through force or speed, but the quieter kind earned through preparation, patience, and knowing exactly how scrutiny works.

Some places in the city close when the lights go out. Others simply change hands. Jessica’s bar belongs firmly in the latter category...

I was recently reminded of some of the recklessness of my youth, particularly how I used to treat winter. As a child, I was so eager to play in the snow that I would rush outside wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts. It was foolish, no doubt, but it was how I learned to meet the cold, head-on and without hesitation.

Those memories resurfaced when I came across the image below. Though it didn’t feature snow directly, its title, Winter Blade, sparked ideas immediately...

Despite enjoying some time away, life had other plans. Pulled in more directions than expected, a few self-imposed deadlines slipped by. Still, there was time enough to return to Discovery and bring its final chapter into shape. That achievement carried mixed weight. While this ending does not mirror the sweeping tragedy found in Colonization, loss and consequence have always lingered at the edges of this series, and this tale is no exception.

The forest had become a corridor of survival. Branches were torn aside by haste, boots dragged through mud and fallen leaves, and every breath was measured against the threat still hunting those who fled...

In Frantic Weight, tensions rise within the colony as their defenses crumble and the pressure on every defender grows heavier by the second. Caught between broken walls, emotional strain, and the threat closing in, Keldon, Caleb, and Tarian fight to steady themselves before everything collapses. This intense sci-fi flash fiction episode dives deep into fear, responsibility, and the frantic moments that test a colony’s resolve.

As danger draws nearer and desperation builds, Frantic Weight brings you right into the chaos, capturing the emotional cracks, the pressure of survival, and the fragile hope shared by a handful of defenders standing against the inevitable...