Fizzlebrooms

Something’s wrong on Marrow Street.
          	Every Thursday night, the neighbors carry covered dishes into a garage.
          	No one says what it’s for.
          	Just one rule:
          	
          	Everyone must feed.
          	
          	Ava and Marcus thought they could skip it.
          	They were wrong.
          	
          	—
          	
          	Thursdays Are for Feeding is now posted.
          	This story is about quiet conformity, rituals in plain sight, and what happens when you stop pretending everything’s normal.
          	
          	Let me know what you think—and if you’d ever open the garage.
          	
          	
          	—Red

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Fizzlebrooms

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Fizzlebrooms

Something’s wrong on Marrow Street.
          Every Thursday night, the neighbors carry covered dishes into a garage.
          No one says what it’s for.
          Just one rule:
          
          Everyone must feed.
          
          Ava and Marcus thought they could skip it.
          They were wrong.
          
          —
          
          Thursdays Are for Feeding is now posted.
          This story is about quiet conformity, rituals in plain sight, and what happens when you stop pretending everything’s normal.
          
          Let me know what you think—and if you’d ever open the garage.
          
          
          —Red

Fizzlebrooms

️ New Story Alert — Marrow Street #2
          
          What would you do if you found a man living under your floor?
          One who claims he’s been there since 1964.
          One who says the house won’t let him die.
          And worse… it might not let you leave, either.
          
           The Man in the Crawlspace is now live.
          
          This one’s about paranoia, buried secrets, and the things we leave behind in old houses. I kept it claustrophobic, grim, and just slightly too believable.
          
          Let me know what you think—and don’t forget to close the hatch when you’re done reading.
          
          
          —Red