The morning began with a thud, which, in my experience, was rarely a good sign. Usually, a thud meant
_(31).jpg)
Social media sorceress by day, short story spinner by night. In her 20s, powered by caffeine and curiosity, she juggles hashtags and plot twists with ease. Writes to pay bills and for fun, obsesses over true crime, and firmly believes commas save lives—especially in confessions.
Introverted to the core, she’d rather deep-dive into the human mind than go out on a Friday night. Rabbit holes? She lives in them.
If there was one thing Toby Fennell hated more than slow walkers and tepid tea, it was horror films.
DWC Short Story: You Shouldn't Be Here
26 May, 2025
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice little more than a breath swallowed by the wind.
Jamie paused
The house on Lavender Lane had ivy crawling up its bricks like nature’s own wallpaper. The shutters were
.jpg)
A Sequel to Double Whisker Life
I see I have captured your hearts, dear reader. All this fan mail, the
DWC Short Story: The Garden Remembers
28 Apr, 2025
I always say, if you stand still long enough in a garden, it’ll tell you a story. Mine certainly does.