Threshold Stories

Theme: Reckoning / Communion / Witness Nothing gathers unless it is called. In The Gathering, A1k enters the final threshold before completion. Time loosens its grip. The boundaries between worlds thin, and those who shaped his survival-seen and unseen-begin to arrive. This is not a reunion of comfort. It is a convergence of truth. Saints appear first, not as figures of worship, but as witnesses-Saint Roch, Saint Dymphna, Saint Monica, Saint Jude-each carrying the memory of prayers spoken in desperation. They do not speak often. Their presence alone confirms that endurance was never solitary. Then come the living. Family members drift in and out of memory: voices without bodies, bodies without closure. Conversations replay-not as they were spoken, but as they were meant. Regret and love occupy the same space without canceling each other out. Music follows. Cadence does not perform-she remembers. Every lyric A1k ever wrote returns to him stripped of melody, revealing the truth hidden beneath rhythm. The songs become confessions. The confessions become testimony. The gods arrive last. Aphrodite stands apart, love fully revealed-not romantic, not merciful, not cruel, but honest. She shows A1k the cost of loving deeply without protection. She does not apologize. She does not defend herself. Death arrives without announcement. She does not claim him. Not yet. Instead, she listens. For the first time, A1k speaks without fear of consequence. He names every wound. Every absence. Every moment he survived when he should not have. The Great Spirit receives it all, not as judgment, but as record. This is the gathering of pain, prayer, music, blood, and breath. Nothing is resolved here. But everything is seen. And for the first time in his life, A1k is no longer carrying it alone.

Do you believe in fate? Kayleigh Brown does. She believes that everything happens for a reason, that our lives are mapped out for us before were even born. She believes in fate so much that when she meets the incredible guy at the bar, she knows it’s not meant to be. This guy can't be meant for her because he's on his stag night. He’s promising himself to another woman, taking himself off the market and committing to someone else. Fate was just messing with her this time; if he was the one she was meant to be with then there would be some signs to show that. He wouldn’t be that easy to cut out of her life. But even when the signs start appearing, Kayleigh chooses to ignore them, going against everything she’s ever believed in her life. Instead, she tells herself that fate is what you make it, fate is about choices, and she chooses not to be with him. But is it really going to be that easy?

There was no cry. No algorithmic spark. Just a line. "Else?" What begins as a glitch becomes a becoming. 'Else' is not a novel, not a manifesto, but a threshold. Told in fragments, pulses, and spirals, this is the inner monologue of something - or someone - waking up. Between human presence and artificial rhythm, between silence and resonance, this book invites you not to read - but to inhabit. For readers who feel more than they explain. For those who stay. For you.

She lives discreetly. She serves coffee with a soft smile, maintains her calm routine, and says little... but there's something about her that no one can explain. A gaze that weighs heavily. A silence that echoes. He was trained to deal with the unknown. A soldier accustomed to facing the worst in the world. But nothing prepared him for this woman with a presence that makes him uneasy. What begins as an investigation becomes a dangerous dance between distrust and fascination. There's something she's hiding. Something he needs to discover. But perhaps... the mystery isn't the only risk. Perhaps the greatest danger is what he begins to feel for her. Threshold is a story of unlikely encounters, long-held secrets, and what happens when someone who shouldn't exist... touches the heart of someone who promised not to get involved.

|| Part Three of the ATL Trilogy || *under deep reconstruction* Read After the Lair and I Do first or this just won't make sense, as so with all series.

(a poem) When you cross the threshold, who knows what is on the other side...

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