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Rise of the Magi

From the ashes of Babylon… a new star awakens.

Midas wakes up and realizes his family and friends are acting much weirder than usual. Midas senses a disconnect- something's off. He tries to sleep it off but turns to see a familiar face attempt to murder him. He then awakes again in a stranger much more familiar timeline, to a man with half of his face and arts of his body relaced with robotic art holding a gun to his face. What's real...Join Midas as he goes back through his past to heal past traumas and the obstacles he faces in this dystopian, apocalyptic, futuristic action thriller. A rollercoaster of robots, zombies, death with a touch of cold romance

The girl in the photo on her wall blinked. Ava froze mid-step, sloshing tea across the carpet. Her eyes locked on the frame. The image looked the same: rusted gold trim, a colourful yet faded garden, a swing dangling from nowhere. And the girl, maybe eight, with porcelain skin, green eyes, a dirty pinkish-red dress, and corkscrew curls.

When Susan sees the girl in the photo on her wall blink, she blames exhaustion. But the shadowy figure that follows, and the escalating episodes of terror that ensue, are harder to dismiss. The police find no evidence of an intruder, and with each frantic call, their skepticism grows. Friends and family grow concerned, but no one sees what Susan sees. As her mental state deteriorates and the line between reality and delusion blurs, Susan loses all credibility, until the night she's found bloodied and broken in her flat.

Everyone assumes Susan is losing her mind. But something is watching. And it only moves when she blinks.

A work in progress.

several short stories

The girl in the photo on her wall blinked.

We've all got secrets buried in our gardens, but what happens when they don't stay buried?

Lucía Méndez, a Salvadoran-American woman with a haunting past, is forced to confront the unthinkable: the man she loved—and killed six years ago—has returned. Once Emilio Reyes, a revolutionary turned threat, now he walks the Earth again in the body of the newly elected U.S. President, Elijah Renner. Fueled by vengeance and an unholy rebirth, he wages war against Salvadorans across the country, using executive power to deport millions and erase their presence from American soil.

As her community is torn apart by fear and exile, Lucía refuses to run. She dives into the heart of resistance, determined to stop the ghost of the man she once called mi amor. When Emilio arrives at her doorstep, the two face off in a battle of love, betrayal, and power that threatens to reshape the nation. With ancestral magic, deep wounds, and an ancient truth on her side, Lucía must choose between surviving and setting her people free.

The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was reared for what happened next...

The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was prepared for what happened next...