Gaslit Stories

a group of poems about some of my worst heartbreaks, the mistakes I've made, and the ways I've hurt and been hurt.

What was the last thing I remember again? Oh, right. His voice. Calling my name. "Harriet." Disclaimer: This is only a work of fiction. I do not support or condone any of the character's behavior. Moreover, this is not a romance book.

Gaslight: manipulate (someone) by psychological means into questioning their own sanity. This book revolves around someone who is getting gaslit, if that word makes sense.

Seven victims on Renner Boulevard. No wounds. No blood at the scene. The department calls it a medical mystery. Warren Hasek calls it someone else's problem - until fifteen children at a Caldwell orphanage turn up with the same inexplicable condition, and no one asking questions on their behalf. What Hasek finds behind a locked door in the east corridor will not fit in any report he has ever written. Something is moving through the city at night. Something that knows your name, knows your route, and has been watching longer than you have. The Nightcrawlers is a hard-boiled detective story of the supernatural - gaslit streets, cold fog, and forces that defy rational explanation. Amazon KDP: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX2XVC2S

A normal day in the digital circus! (TADC Fanfic :3) SHIPS: Caine x Moon Pomni x Exit Door Jax x Escalator Kinger x Queenie Ragatha x Gaslighting