Lynchian Stories

A shut-in wakes up to a changed world.

A little bit of garmonbozia to wash the sadness away. Fanfiction shorts through the eyes of Twin Peaks. #shittyfirstdrafts

The Twin Peaks police department, including Dale Cooper, get transported back in time to the Ice Age to hangout with the Ice Age gang.

Once upon a time, there was a mystical garden full of life. A place where the very essence of life stemmed from. A place so hidden yet so apparent. What happens when two young boys discover the truth behind it all?

"I don't want to be alone in this lonely town anymore. Or in the lonely town that is somehow still our home." Alice goes after a serial killer that targets young women, with only one mission- avenging her daughter. She finds the place where she has to go: Twin Peaks. As she arrives there she stands eye to eye with FP, who is there on the same mission, working together with no other than Bobby Briggs. When they get to the Double R, Alice meets Shelly for the first time, a woman who could have been her twin and who simply wants her to be safe. A deep conversation between Bobby and Alice about their relationship follows, while Shelly clearly has her eyes on FP. He opens her eyes, in a way Shelly would have thought to be impossible. FP and Alice are forced to talked together in the chaos they are in and right as Alice asks the question that could break them for good, they find out Shelly and Bobby's daughter Becky is in real danger.

What if you weren't fired - just quietly removed? When a procedural manual passes down through generations, it promises clarity, continuity, and order. It explains how to manage conflict, how to preserve professionalism, how to keep records clean. It never mentions disappearance. Inside an unnamed institution, people are not dismissed. They are not confronted. They are not accused. They are classified. Meetings are rewritten. Emails correct themselves. Photographs adjust. Records remain clean. The system remains calm. And somewhere between documentation and memory, a person begins to realize something is wrong. Because here, the dead are not buried. They are retained.

A man wakes from cryonic preservation to an empty, overgrown city.

A bunch of things I've written recently that I think are fairly decent, super wide range of styles and topics (short stories, still lifes, poems, literary essays, just short little pieces of writing, etc). I have them all written out before (they were mostly all written in a class I took) and will be publishing maybe 1-2 or so a day, if this even gets seen by anybody at all. Marked complete, though will be updated as I continue to write new things. cover photo not mine, all rights go to owner