We Would Be Gods
A fragmented, myth-soaked love story about memory, devotion, and the kind of bond that refuses to stay buried.
Stories for people who romanticize thunderstorms, candlelight, and the smell of old books
Pull up a chair by the fire. The tea is hot, the woods are haunted, and every story here is a little in love with the dark.
Current worlds
Start with the story that feels most likely to gently take your hand and then sprint directly into the haunted woods.
A fragmented, myth-soaked love story about memory, devotion, and the kind of bond that refuses to stay buried.
A dark Neverland retelling where the island is hungry, the stories lied, and growing up might be the only way to survive.
About the author
I write stories for readers who love magic, banter, myth, messy feelings, and characters who are doing their absolute best despite the narrative personally victimizing them.
My favorite stories usually involve women choosing themselves, monsters with surprisingly tender hearts, old magic, impossible bargains, and at least one moment where everything hurts—but gently. Ish.
Around here, you’ll find dark fairytales, cozy-ish chaos, mythic romance, and a suspicious number of emotionally significant doors.
Where to find me