the scriptorium

                              Hello, lovely readers! Welcome to Gloam, a collection of short fiction stories that I'm excited to introduce. I've hit a bit of a rough spot writing my bigger story, so I began working on this as a way to still direct my creative energy toward something! Here we are introduced to Margot, who recounts her first experience running into a mystery that is not quite human, as a small town teenager. There will be two more installments of her story.  Lake Hallow's dock is very old. It's been around since my grandparents time, and probably since the lake was young, too. All of its groans as the wind and water knock it around, all of the empty spaces where chunks of wood should be, point to its antiquity.  It was here, also, that Theodore Golding disappeared. And nobody seemed to remember who he was. I didn't either, until I found his jacket half-concealed under dying grass. That's ...