The Imposter
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“The Imposter” takes you on unpredictable journeys through any world, any genre. From deception to self-discovery, my stories challenge perceptions and keep you questioning what’s real, all driven by whatever inspires me in the moment.
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The Gloaming
There’s freedom in darkness—and in that darkness comes silence. But with silence come the voices, whether they be feather-light kisses or the lullabies of a scorned lover. Silence is lonely, but I’ve never felt alone, not even when I took my first steps off the small porch of my home in Louisiana.
By The Imposter8 months ago in Fiction
When Dawn Breaks
In the morning, when dawn breaks, a soft golden hue stretches across the horizon, chasing away the dark remnants of the night. Life stirs as it always does, the earth taking its first breath, and the birds, ever hopeful, begin to sing. But it is in this very moment, when the world seems to awaken anew, that death slips through the cracks.
By The Imposter8 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper of the Sycamore
I often wonder what it would be like if I died. Would it be a dream I’d never wake from? A haze of colors and memories melting together, where reality no longer mattered? Or would it be something more tangible—a kiss that lingered a little too long, teetering on the edge of comfort until I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to pull away or press in deeper?
By The Imposter8 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of Silence. AI-Generated.
It was the kind of night where the moon lingered just a little too long, like it had secrets to whisper to the earth before it slipped away. The streets were empty, the air thick with the quiet hum of waiting. Marlowe stood by the old train station, his fingers curling around a forgotten cigarette, the ember burning weakly in the dark. The station had been abandoned for years, a relic of a world that no longer needed it. The trains had stopped running long before he came, but it was a place of solace for him.
By The Imposterabout a year ago in Fiction
