I don’t write with warnings.
I write with intent.
What you’ll find here are soft, strange stories. Affectionate, unsettling, occasionally improper. I’m interested in devotion pointed at the wrong thing. Love that lingers too long. Tenderness that makes an unwise choice and follows it anyway.
Some of this work may unsettle you.
Some of it may feel sincere in ways you weren’t expecting.
All of it is on purpose…
If you’re looking for comfort, clarity, or safety rails, this may not be the place, and that’s okay.
If you’re here because you’re curious, open, and willing to sit with something a little unhinged, you’re welcome.
Thank you for reading.
Fern Marrow