Caleb Lahr
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Step into a world where the boundaries of reality and magic interlace. My stories blend the extraordinary with the everyday to illuminate the complexities of the human experience.
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The Soldier and the Scholar
Camp near Chattanooga, Tennessee November 17, 1863 My Dearest Thomas, The moon hangs low tonight, a silver scar above Missionary Ridge. I write with a splintered pencil, the paper torn from Sergeant Colby’s field manual—forgive the theft, but urgency compels me. Rebs shell our position hourly, and if this missive reaches you, know it was penned between the thunder of Parrott guns and the whispered prayers of men who may not see dawn.
By Caleb Lahr11 months ago in History
The Whispers of Pages
In the city where silence reigned and shadows grew long, Evelyn walked with her head bowed, careful not to meet the eyes of the Watchers that stood on every corner. Their visors gleamed in the harsh light of the street lamps, reflecting a world drained of color and life.
By Caleb Lahrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hushed Valley
In the throat of Dunmire Valley, where shadows breathed and forgotten whispers clung to the mist like lost souls, there lay a village that time had forsaken. It huddled beneath a perpetual pale fog, its cottages hunched against the encroaching woods as if trying to hide from the ancient eyes that watched from between gnarled trunks.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
The Crimson Balloon
The crimson balloon drifted serenely above the obsidian waters of the lake, a vibrant orb of warmth in a landscape cloaked in the heavy, brooding hues of twilight. It hung suspended between worlds, a pulsating heart against the tumultuous, storm-laden sky. Below, the lake mirrored this floating beacon, each ripple an artist’s brushstroke in the shifting masterpiece of reflection.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
