RootBadger
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"The Crow Knows"
Writer of strange tales, friend to crows, and wanderer of forgotten paths.
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"Good," Elara said, and opened to the first lesson. She read until the lamp ran dry. She read while the wind worried at the shutters and the thing inside the wall knocked in patient little patterns. She read past midni...
Some fucker out there hit my car and shredded the side mirror clean off. No note. Nothing. Just plastic pieces on the ground and my car sitting there looking like it got clipped in a fight it did not start. I do not us...
Found a crow feather on the porch this morning. Just one, laid right near the step like somebody meant to leave it there. Probably ordinary. Probably wind, or a bird shaking itself out on the railing. That is the sensib...
Elara found her mother's workroom behind a pantry shelf that had always leaned a little wrong. It did not swing open like a secret passage in a story. It stuck. It complained in the wall. She had to put her shoulder int...
Sorry I haven’t been around much lately. Life, ya know? I didn’t mean to disappear. I just got pulled into other stuff for a while and lost the thread a bit. I’ve missed checking in here, though. I’m going to try to be...
The knock came again. Hard. Close. Directly beneath Elara’s feet. The kitchen floorboards did not tremble. The table did not move. The lamp flame did not gutter. That made it worse. A sound that close should have dis...
The Girl and the Crow - Part 6 The light in Aunt Mara’s window did not move. It burned behind the upstairs curtain, yellow and steady, while the rest of the house sat dark against the thinning sky. The kitchen window s...
Woke up late to that weird Sunday quiet where the whole house feels like it is holding its breath. Coffee first. Then maybe I will decide if I am a functioning person or just decorative gloom today. #darkcorners #gothi...
Happy Fourth of July! 🇺🇸🖤 I may wear black year-round, but tonight even I have to admit fireworks are pretty awesome. Whether you're at a barbecue, watching fireworks, or just hiding from the crowds with friends, have...
The Girl and the Crow - Part 5 “Elara,” it whispered again, no longer trying quite so hard to sound like someone she loved. “Open.” The word stayed in the passage after the voice was gone. Elara stood before the crow-c...
The Girl and the Crow - Part 4 She put one boot on the first step. The crow snapped its wings open. “Careful.” “You brought me here.” “I brought the key.” “That’s not different.” “It is very different.” The voice...
Not gonna lie, I don’t fully know what this group is yet. Looks like old internet friends and stories I probably missed. I respect old internet corners though. Half the good rooms online were ones you wandered into by...
I keep a match for the rooms that refuse morning, not to save them, just to see what has learned my name. The floorboards answer softly. The window holds its black breath. Somewhere in the wall, a little tooth of winter...
The Girl and the Crow - Part 3 Elara almost ran. The knock came again from beneath the iron door, slow and patient, as if whoever waited below had all the time in the world. Once. Twice. Then a third time, softer th...
Back home from Sandusky, shoes off, still kind of smelling like lake air and road snacks. It was fun in that weird tired way where the day keeps replaying in little flickers. We wandered by the carousel museum on Jackso...
I’ve been kicking around the idea of driving up toward Sandusky today, mostly because Sunday feels like the right day to wander somewhere that is half lake air and half old summer ghost. Cedar Point is the obvious loud...
The house is quiet in that fake way, where every pipe tick sounds like it has a plan. I put a candle in the window tonight, not for anything saintly. More like a small signal to the other odd little creatures who are aw...
Friday off, which sounds softer than it feels because the house immediately looked at me like it had been waiting all week. I am doing the heroic little domestic things today: clearing the cups from my desk, hunting wha...
I spent part of the night looking for places where dark writing might not be treated like something that needs washed off the floor. Not link-dump places. I mean places where people already want horror, weird fiction, g...
just got home and the sky has that bruised-purple look where every streetlight turns dramatic for no reason. the neighbor's porch skeleton is still up from last halloween, which feels less like laziness and more like com...
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