tidesofdeception

It’s funny the things you remember when someone passes. I lost my dad when I was six years old, and that feeling of loss, the emptiness that’s left in their wake, never fully heals. It’s like a hole has been burned into your soul, and though the initial trauma dies down, it never truly goes away. That’s how you know someone’s life has left an indelible mark upon you. And in some, bittersweet way, that’s one of the best parts of being alive. Over time, you get used to it being there, though,...

Short Story Writing for fun and must include: Swamp, a renowned explorer, and a great sacrifice to accomplish the goal. Let's do it!...

Folk Horror Writing Competition Submission Every year on the autumn solstice, one of us disappears, and we act like they never existed....