Chapter 67

Finnegan strolled into the kitchen. A concerned look rested quietly on his face, but did nothing to contain his positive aura. “What seems to be the problem?”Tully briefly glanced toward Finnegan before turning his attention back to his son, who was sitting on the floor and sobbing with a bowl of pancake batter cradled in …[continue reading]


Chapter 66

“Huh. Well, that’s a welcome surprise.” Finnegan walked over to Andie and ruffled her hair, brightly colored acrylic-paint thought doodles of Andie and her siblings popping out of his head – each one smiling. “Anyway, glad you like it.”“Connor!” Tully’s voice rang out from the kitchen, interrupting Finnegan. “Do you still want to help me …[continue reading]


Chapter 65

Andie slowly pried herself awake, then rolled out of her bed. Her left arm was numb, tingly, and sluggish. It seemed determined to stay that way, too, and refused to return to normal no matter how much she stretched or massaged it. This was probably a side effect of her dreamwalker form losing its left …[continue reading]


Chapter 64

Dyllan stared in silence at the photograph for a while – a good two minutes passing before he snapped out of his trance and turned the page. The third page of his father’s sketchbook contained the first actual sketch. It was a monstrous thing, spread out across two pages and drawn with charcoal and pencil. …[continue reading]


Chapter 63

Dyllan waited silently until he heard his mother’s footsteps leave the room. Then, slowly, cautiously, he got out of bed. He glanced toward his closet as he stood up, briefly considering getting dressed before opening the sketchbook on his bedside table.Curiosity got the better of him. The first page was a letter. It read: “Dyllan, …[continue reading]


Chapter 62

Dyllan woke up in his bed, his covers wrapped around him like a fuzzy forcefield – keeping out all the anxieties and confusion that filled the world. For a short while he seriously considered pulling the covers tighter and hiding in his bed for the rest of the day. Or maybe the rest of the …[continue reading]


Dreamwalkers Marathon

Recently, I’ve been uploading chapters of Dreamwalkers to Wattpad, in hopes of finding a larger audience. Excitingly, they have a program that could really help get my stories out there… but there’s a small problem. It’s not available for everyone, you need to submit an application and get it approved first – and the approval …[continue reading]


Chapter 96

Conmer hesitantly reached out towards Tenra’s book, slowly transitioning from resting his hand on the book, to taking it from her – careful to watch the child’s facial expression as he did so. He may have been in a rush, but not so much of a rush that he was willing to take an action …[continue reading]


Chapter 61

Dyllan sighed, and put his hand on the doorknob, trying and failing to give it a turn. Just as expected, the knob didn’t even budge – refusing to give him so much as the slight rattle and click given by a locked door, almost like it had been frozen in space and time. If only …[continue reading]


Chapter 95

Conmer’s face jerked toward a blank expression, though not from the usual panic or dismay. No, this time the emotion that broke free of his control was joy, excitement, the thrill of the hunt. He could almost taste the secrets he was about to dig up. Everything was clicking into place: a secret organization of …[continue reading]