Where impossible ideas reveal ordinary truths.
Once, myths explained the world.
They told us why the sun rose, why storms came, why winter arrived, and why people feared the dark. We stopped believing those stories long ago, but we never stopped needing them.
Today, our monsters are different.
They are found in empty chairs at family dinners, in words left unsaid, in promises postponed until tomorrow, in memories that fade, and in the quiet fear that time will run out before we become the people we meant to be.
These stories are my attempt to write myths for the world we live in now.
Each one begins with a single impossible idea. Time may refuse to move forward. Death might own a house with an open door. Hope could have weight. Tomorrow may simply decide not to arrive.
But those ideas are never really the point.
At the heart of every story is an ordinary person facing something we all recognise: regret, love, grief, forgiveness, family, or the choices we make while believing there will always be another day.
These myths are not connected by characters or by worlds. They are connected by something quieter.
The belief that impossible things can reveal ordinary truths.
If, after reading one, you find yourself calling someone, changing your mind, forgiving yourself, or simply looking at the world a little differently, then the story has done its job.
Welcome.