The Foxkey Chronicles: What Hides Beneath

   Evil, Kin, Evil has a way of twisting a thing. Ain't no denying that we've seen it plenty until now. Sometimes, though, the most well-laid-out plans go awry. And sometimes, if we're lucky, evil ca…

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

Jack Handler blinked awake as something wet and warm dripped onto his head. Opening his eyes, he looked upward and could see, by the faint light of the lamp, a stain growing on the c…

The evening air was filled with an icy chill that saturated the forest, soaking into bark and sap. The tree limbs above creaked and moaned, threatening to burst from the chill. The pines were covered…

There is a certain peace that comes over a person when they enter the sacred boundaries of those things we call forests. A finding of at-oneness with nature that comes from the acrid scent of pine tr…

Steve Bradshaw, better known as Buck by those who called him friend, was what they called a Duster. A man who made a living on the road, gathering dust, as it were, traveling from one place to anothe…

The fire bloomed high into the night, eating rafters, wood, and everything that hid between those four walls. It roared with a power stronger than any fire Vera had seen in her life as if fed by some…

The sun set, casting hews of purple and pink over the Fowley family wagon as they rolled down the sandy lane. Peering from windows and open doors, the Murkwood residents watched them as they rolled p…

The caravan of refuges and Fowley’s alike stood quiet and uncertain amidst the judmental eyes of the Murkwood residents. The silence was overwhelming and stagnant, just like the air. Then, out from t…

Traveling onward, the Fowley family wagon became one of many—a caravan made up of a multitude of men, women, and young adults, all chasing the same destination. Murkwood, it would seem, had become qu…

Night approached, and clouds strangled the moon, cloaking Ezekiel in darkness, making the encroaching night feel all the more sinister. It was a darkness that felt unnatural, with no glint of star or…

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With one hand tangled in Brownie's mane, Ezekiel Graves sat upright, taking in the scene before him with a snarl on his lips. Across the distance, he could see a wagon lying overturned on the road, i…

Ezekiel Graves' life had been lived at the beck and pull of the Call since he was thirteen years old. What is he to do when that mystic, all-knowing Call disappears?

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On this week's episode of The Foxkey Chronicles: What Hides Beneath, Felix Fowley finds himself in quite a predicament.

The ghost opened its mouth impossibly wide, it exhaled. And from its lips came a…

In this week's episode of the Foxkey Chronicles: What Hides Beneath

The ground crunched, and she looked down to see the shattered remains of a glass bottle, and beneath that was a brown-red splash of …

That's what her father's home was- a burnt-out parcel of coal and once-memories, with rugged pillars of pine sticking up from the ashes in a display of defiance. As if to say, no, we stand strong; we…

"You wouldn't be pointing that weapon at me now, would you?" The snake asked, grey eyes watching Vera like one might a mouse. "Do ya think you'll get off a lucky shot?" She drawled, taking a bite of …

The year is 1874, and no children walk the cobbled streets of Murkwood, Texas. For going on two decades, they had been haunted and stolen into the night. Leaving behind nothing more than the sacrific…

Vera Fowley, once known as Vera Foxkey, was headed home. Into the great unknown of roads less traveled, with only the company of her young daughter, Eliza, and brother-in-law Felix. Abandoned by thei…