Extradimensional Stories

A cosmic parasite adopts the guise of a childhood toy.

A man wakes up and finds a present on the floor, but the only thing inside is a dark tunnel, and the formless terror that lurks within it.

Mercedes Castillo is the only coroner in the county, leaving her alone in a morgue most days. One day, she finds she is not the only living thing in her morgue. An extradimensional being has decided to keep a close eye on her and humanity, making it suddenly her sole duty to figure out whether humans have strange hidden neighbors, or an impending threat. Content Warnings: Nonviolent gore eg. vague descriptions of autopsies and corpses Cover art is AI generated

"Where am I? What have I done? All I can see is a darkness. I feel like I am floating in some sort of space. What? WOOSH! Something materialized around me. I finally open my eyes to a bright light." In this universe, there are 2 sides, the Real World, and the Subconscious. Everyone has a subconscious, but very few know how to control their own. It is where, once controlled, you can create things, you can destroy things, and you can manipulate things. Briana finally takes control of her subconscious one night and takes it to her advantage, maybe too much to her advantage. Find out what happens in The Subconscious!

Fragments of memories from other worlds, other times. Doomed to remain eternally unexplained. How long must the pain be endured? If Sear were ever given the choice between Power and answers, he would forever choose the latter. And yet, what he ended up with was exactly the opposite. But perhaps said power was exactly what he needed to begin understanding. Slowly, subtly being rejected. Wondering what went wrong. Perhaps the problem lay within self. Midnight could never determine when it happened, but things just are not the same with her friends. And after an even more severe falling out, she gets transported to another world, which just might be exactly what she needed. Being absolutely depraved... and relishing every moment. And yet, was this how things always were? What could be the reason for the change? Sub does not care. she never cared. What could be wrong with having a little fun? It was just the way she chose to live. As long as what she did felt good, what reason could there be for doing anything different? A question with an answer that might surprise her... Time is running out. The darkness must be stopped, and order restored. Will the power of one be sufficient? Time will tell. Strider's strength and knowledge have always been more than sufficient to handle most things. Indeed, nothing in the physical realms could truly match his vast experience. But though he may be able to deal with threats individually, this was not the way things were meant to be. In the past, things were different. And though eons came and went, the connection remained. It always remained. Sparkheart. Four tales, told in parallel. And yet... perhaps they have more in common than one might think.

Kes Gatner is a homeless orphan struggling to survive on the streets of Columbus, Ohio. Her life follows an exhaustive pattern of stealing, scavenging, and hiding, until a strange man with startling eyes crosses her path. Jack Boundang is a detective from an alternate dimension who follows a terrorist organization to Earth to determine their objective and stop them, but his mission is losing traction. When the young urchin picks his wallet, an unlikely partnership is formed. As the two work to uncover the mysterious goal of the Nekov Syndicate, a strange friendship with the potential to change history is born.

Olivia has always been able to sense all around her including those spaces that lie between dimensions. Usually the spaces are empty but every now and then an entity fills the space. Many times they are neutral individuals simply passing in between for whatever purpose. After an devastating accident while away at college, Olivia returns to her home town. Her parents have moved into an old manor that they are attempting to refurbish. The house is more than it appears. The spaces are nearly infinite and the entities pass through like an interstate during rush hour. They are not all the simple neutral beings either, some of them thrive on pain and suffering.