Stories

Chef Rowan's life is all about presentation. But when a disastrous "spite hike" leaves him injured and alone in the North Cascades, his perfectly curated world collapses. His rescuer isn't a park ranger, but Sam — a seven-foot-tall Sasquatch with a heart of gold and the culinary skills of a cement mixer. Trapped in a cozy den, Rowan's only companion is a gentle giant who believes a proper conversation sounds like a primetime news broadcast. As he stages a hostile takeover of the kitchen, Rowan discovers that the most authentic ingredient he's ever found might just be a cryptid who is more man than any he left behind.

I don't know how Frequent these will be. They will all be found here though. I've been wanting to get involved, but laziness gets the better of me. But! Here is the first one anyway.

Colin Creevey died at the Battle of Hogwarts on May 2nd 1997.

This short story chronicles his afterlife and opens the perspective of a character on the periphery that is seldom used in HP fanfiction. It's sad and somewhat tear-inducing if you're familiar with the novels.

Also, I have added a final scene at the end, I am thinking of giving this character a full story. It depends on how many readers find it interesting. If no readers exists, it's fine, I just wanted to give Colin a fresh take and a different kind of HP Fanfic.

A man seeking out the help of a cursebreaker. What he gets might be worth more than what he asked for...

Outside the human world there are two kingdoms, Phaenomenon and Damp Cook, they both perform plays to giants who take their stories from these kingdoms and pass them onto certain humans, inspiring the creation of ‘fairy-tales’. Both kingdoms have strict training camps, Phaenomenon designing perfect good guys, handsome princes and princesses and Damp Cook designing and training up the best bad guys, evil wizards and witches. There is always a good guy, and there is always a bad guy. But between these kingdoms is a hidden garden, where a young prince and young wizard accidentally meet, and it all changes from there.

This story is in response to the prompt challenging writers to write a story without using >> I << in it: Write a short story (at least 500 words) in first person without using the pronoun “I”.

I hope you enjoy this!

A young boy and his dog build a bond that takes them through life experiences.

Noah's plan for a cinematic Parisian romance goes spreadsheets-up when the city proves to be a nightmare. Resigned to a week of corporate training hell, he meets Matteo, an Italian who finds Paris just as disappointing. Together, they wage a sarcastic war on tourist traps and clichés. But in their quest to prove the City of Love is a scam, they find the one thing they weren't looking for: a genuine connection more real than any fantasy.

When Evan discovers an old photograph of two young men standing shoulder to shoulder in 1920s Newhaven, he uncovers the hidden story of Kit Merrick and Rowan Hale—dockworkers who dared to love each other in a world that offered them no words for it. What began as a ten-cent fairground portrait became their proof: tucked into a cap, stitched into a coat pocket, guarded through storms, family burdens, and the long work of becoming men. Decades later, as Evan frames the picture and gives it light, he realizes that their secret has outlasted silence—a fragile inch of closeness captured on film, carrying a love strong enough to endure across time.

A man finds a finds a letter written to his father. What the letter reveals causes him to rethink what he believes about his father.