Welcome to The Spiral Series, a serialized cosmic horror saga about choice, recursion, and the cost of knowing too much.
It begins with Carla, an archaeologist who uncovers an ancient artifact beneath a remote dig site. One twist is all it takes to change everything—to seal away something monstrous… or invite it in. But the breach she closes is just one of many. The spiral doesn’t end. It spreads.
What follows is a journey across a broken world—through cracked temples, haunted ruins, and minds bent by something older than time. Carla doesn’t just carry the spiral. It begins to carry her.
This series is for fans of Annihilation, Bloodborne, and Dark, where horror is quiet, creeping, and laced with philosophy. Where every door is a question, and every seal might make things worse.
Start with Part I: The Twist
Twist carefully.
The spiral never forgets.
- The Twist
FLASH FICTION – FOWC/RDP/FSS #204 Carla sprinted from the archaeological site, clutching an artifact that could either save or destroy the world. The desert wind tore at her coat, slicing her cheeks with grit and heat. Behind her, the canyon bellowed—low, deep, the sound of stone waking from sleep. She didn’t look back. The artifact … Continue reading The Twist - The Broken SealFICTION – 3TC#MM84 Part II of the Spiral Series The wind hadn’t stopped. It moved differently now—slow and strange, like the exhale of something buried deep beneath the ground. It pulled at the corners of her tent, lifting canvas in little fits and snaps, always seeming to tuck itself into cracks where it didn’t belong. … Continue reading The Broken Seal
- The Second SpiralPart III of the Spiral Series The pulse didn’t stop. It came every night now—low and rhythmic, thudding somewhere just beneath her sternum. Not in her chest, not in the artifact. Deeper. It was like her body had grown a second heart—one that beat in time with something vast and buried. Carla stopped pretending it … Continue reading The Second Spiral
- The Open DoorPart IV of the Spiral Series The spiral pulled her north. She didn’t decide. Not really. The artifact simply leaned in that direction, its hum stronger when she faced the mountains, weaker when she turned away. Her dreams ended there too—in jagged silhouettes etched against a dying sky, clouds crawling like wounded things. She stopped … Continue reading The Open Door
- The Spiral BurdenPart V of the Spiral Series She didn’t need the artifact anymore to feel them. The breaches. They hummed in her bones now. The closer she got to one, the more the world pulled sideways, shadows lengthening in odd directions, her thoughts stretching thin and snapping back like rubber bands. Today, even the sky seemed … Continue reading The Spiral Burden
- The Circle That Opens ItselfPart VI of the Spiral Series The next breach opened on its own. No twist. No artifact. No contact. It simply opened. Carla felt it hours before she saw it. The air turned sluggish, sticky in her lungs. The horizon bent subtly, like the earth had taken a deep breath and held it too long. … Continue reading The Circle That Opens Itself
- Heresy SpiralPart VII of the Spiral Series The breach wasn’t what drew them this time. She was. Carla had felt it—long before the cliffs came into view, before the wind shifted, before the sky’s texture flattened into stillness. This wasn’t the usual Spiral pull. It didn’t lure or prod. It didn’t hum. It watched. She moved … Continue reading Heresy Spiral
- Fracture CodeFICTION – 3TC#MM90 Part VIII of the Spiral Series The tower didn’t rise—it emerged, as though the earth had simply changed its mind and peeled back a layer to reveal what had always been underneath. Carla stood at the cliff’s edge, heart thudding, palms slick. The surface of the structure shimmered like heat above asphalt, … Continue reading Fracture Code
- The Split LanguageFICTION – 3TC#MM91 Part IX of the Spiral Series The Spiral wasn’t waiting anymore.It was preparing. Carla moved through the tower’s interior as if navigating a body, with walls warm to the touch and floors that pulsed subtly beneath her feet. The silence had changed. It was no longer empty. It was coded—the absence of … Continue reading The Split Language
- The Mouth SentenceFICTION – 3TC #MM93 Part XI of the Spiral Series The corridor narrowed behind her like a throat contracting after a swallow. Carla kept walking, even though her steps felt borrowed. The Spiral didn’t pull her forward—it simply adjusted the world so forward was the only option. The walls pressed in, pulsing with slow, percussive … Continue reading The Mouth Sentence
- What Remains SpokenFICTION – 3TC #MM94 Part XII of the Spiral Series She didn’t know how far she ran. Only that the Spiral didn’t follow with sound—it followed with silence.Dense. Layered. Like static turned inward. Behind her, the tower disassembled itself quietly, not crumbling, but unwriting. Each glyph collapsed into its origin, every surface folding in on … Continue reading What Remains Spoken
Memoirs of Madness 