In Message, a lone figure appears at sunrise and refuses to move as it sets off a chain of fear, speculation, and grim realization. As Tarian, Keldon, Sherry, and Caleb confront the creature’s intentions, the truth becomes undeniable: not all of this world’s threats charge the walls. Some do something far more devastating. They offer a smile.

This chapter turns stillness and inaction into suspense. What begins as an eerie standoff becomes a chilling revelation when the shapeshifter reveals its intentions. If you enjoy tense sci-fi moments where danger arrives quietly before the storm, this installment won’t disappoint...

After finishing Hollow Trail and Hidden Theft, I turned my attention to the last story for my patrons, a drama. At first I was weighing my options and looking for a story to slot any of them into. However, after some false starts, I turned to ChatGPT and asked them to generate some drama seeds. From the list, one of them caught my eye. The Letter That Never Arrived. A person receives a letter decades late, one that could have changed everything, and now must decide whether to share it with the person it was meant for.

That small seed reminded me of Letters. While that story was historical fiction, both pieces share a quiet emotional undercurrent...

With Broken Silence complete and published, I turned my attention to November’s second Wattpad release. Thankfully, the foundation for this tale was already written, and an old first draft provided me with just enough structure to build upon. With that framework in hand, I spent the last few days refining, tightening, and shaping it into a story I’m excited to share.

Some nights don’t offer peace. They only bring pressure, uncertainty, and the weight of choices no one is ready to make. In this latest installment of Discovery, Jarvis and his crew face a moment where loyalty, instinct, and trust collide...

After wrapping up my picture-prompt tales for the month, Stormbound Ambush and Arcane Gears, I turned my focus to something lighter: my latest comedy featuring Sebastian and Jimmy. This time, I reached for my trusty Story Cubes to help spark the core idea. A quick toss gave me an unusual trio: a fish, a fountain, and a set of scales. Odd as it looked at first glance, that combination clicked immediately. The scales didn’t stay literal for long. Rather, they slipped into the heartbeat of the story, shaping the tone, the jokes, and the chaos that was destined to follow. Once that link formed, the words poured out with surprising ease.

There’s something inherently peaceful about a park on a quiet afternoon. Sunlight drifting between leaves, the smell of cut grass lingering in the air, and the steady sound of water cascading through a stone fountain...

When the month started, my eyes drifted to a few things. First was Thanksgiving, then thoughts of the Christmas season, but eventually I settled back onto the writing projects for the month, including my Wattpad stories. While the other tales held higher priority, once I wrapped up those pieces, I looked back through my notes and rediscovered my excitement for the rough outline of Darren Gilbert’s next installment. Even with a solid grasp on the recent entries, I knew this storyline needed a fresh review of everything I’d written so far. As soon as I finished that investigation, I dove into crafting the full tale.

At the Academy, life rarely slows enough for anyone to notice the quiet moments. Lessons shift like tides, friendships form and fracture, and every hallway carries echoes of triumphs and mistakes...

The moment I finished penning Stormbound Ambush, I turned my attention to the second image selected for the month’s image-based story, seen below. The vibrant purple gears caught my attention, bringing the scrolling to a stop. Instantly, I had a flashback to a series where magic and engineering collided. While this particular series segregated the abilities between the mages and the engineers, the image made me wonder what would happen if a tinkerer could wield some amount of magic.

It didn’t take long for me to take that spawned idea and craft a fun tale. Tucked between a tanner’s shed and an old apothecary, a pair of places where most people would never bother to look, lies a hastily constructed workshop sitting unacknowledged...

In Questions, a quiet evening between a professor and his long-time girlfriend turns unexpectedly emotional. What begins as a routine end to Shawn’s workday quickly reveals deeper questions. When Elizabeth arrives ready to confront the state of their relationship, a simple clay cookie jar becomes the unlikely place where long-awaited questions are found. This heartfelt contemporary drama blends tenderness, conflict, and a moment that changes everything.

As their conversation unfolds in the quiet stillness of an empty lecture hall, Shawn must finally confront the reality Elizabeth has carried alone for years. The emotional weight of the moment builds toward a reveal hidden in plain sight. It’s a gesture that speaks louder than all his delays...

When I finished penning Hollow Trail, my attention snapped to the next genre selected by my patrons, a crime caper. The moment I saw this request for this month’s work, my mind began searching for inspiration for Jessica Calhoun’s newest heist. With a little digging and sifting, I uncovered the perfect spark for her latest job. It started with a simple question. What makes the perfect crime? As I thought about that, it didn’t take long to shape that core idea into a fully fledged seed.

A grand alabaster hall gleams with chandeliers and polished marble while the hum of a thousand hushed voices fills the night...

With Soaked in Fear done, I turned my attention to the origionally scheduled first piece of micro-fiction for the month, the latest entry in my Tattoo series. Some choices are loud. They are made in the heat of passion or defiance. However, there are others that arrive quietly, their gravity felt in the stillness between the words. This story lives in that silence, where the line between art and magic blurs. It’s a story about trust, consent, and the unseen cost of creation.

In Lucas’s workshop, every tool tells a story. Each glass vial shimmers with its unique purpose, and the air itself hums with something that feels alive...

Every month, I sift through countless images in search of those that spark the right kind of fire. I am looking for an image that doesn’t just look interesting, but whispers a story waiting underneath. Sometimes that spark is subtle. Other times it hits like a hammer. This time, it was the latter. I found a figure wreathed in lightning, standing alone against gathering a group of would be assailants, and instantly Amelia, from Downpour, stepped back into my thoughts as if she’d been waiting for the right moment to return.

There’s something about a quiet day under a wide, blue sky that lulls the world into believing it’s safe. Sunlight smooths the rough edges, the breeze carries away old worries, and even the cautious let their guard slip...

In Devastating Loss, an unexpected alarm tears through the night, pulling Tarian from restless sleep into a fight for survival. When he sees the lights bathing the compound, he rushes out to meet the unknown. But as the smoke clears, he learns that bravery and loss often walk hand in hand. Every act of courage demands its price.

As the siren fades and silence returns, Tarian is left to count what remains...

After pulling the results from the genre poll, I knew exactly how I’d satisfy my patrons’ choice, a horror tale. Solomon is my go-to character when my patrons want horror, and I’m in the middle of an arc, so I was thrilled to see this genre waiting for me to explore. After a couple of days, I sat down, and the story poured out as if I were watching it unfold in my mind.

Beneath a shining moon, a forest never sleeps. There is a constant din spreading through the trees...

As another month began, I turned my attention to the new lineup. Up first were the micro-fiction tales. Fortunately, I was able to mostly stick to the original plan. In my first draft, the second story was going to be a followup to Solomon’s recent escapades, but after seeing how my Patron genre poll turned out, I rearranged the order. As a result the first piece of micro-fiction will feature Solomon and his race through his compound.

The facility lies in ruin, choked by smoke and the scent of scorched metal. Echoes fill the empty corridors, but Solomon knows his marks on the walls. Each step is a deliberate, steady, practiced, and far too quiet for normal men...

In Running Leap, courage and recklessness go head-to-head on the edge of a cliff. Daniel bears a constant reminder of his past failure, but he’s ready to try again. He’s convinced that a little pain can’t stop his next stunt, but his friend Ethan isn’t so sure. As one man seeks personal glory while the other braces for disaster, only gravity knows who’s about to win.

Daniel’s unstoppable energy collides with Ethan’s exasperated logic in this dramatic short about courage, chaos, and the thrill of ignoring better judgment. Running Leap reminds us that sometimes, the line between bravery and foolishness is narrower than we’d prefer to admit...

In Undulating Confinement, tensions rise as Tarian and Keldon confront the ethical and tactical limits of science. When a captured shapeshifter surrenders the secrets to its abilities, the fragile trust between command and research begins to fracture. Secrets, ambition, and fear twist through the laboratory walls as containment becomes more illusion than reality.

In this chapter of Colonization, discovery takes a dangerous turn. The boundaries between safety and arrogance blur as Tarian pushes the scientists toward results, no matter the cost. But when the creature mirrors familiar faces, the experiment turns into a confrontation with the unknown...