Some stories don’t begin with a breakthrough.
They start in the rain. On a corner. With a man who’s used up all his names and a kid who doesn’t believe in second chances.
This series isn’t about happy endings. It’s about the space before them—the days when your hands still shake, when the door’s right there and you’re not sure if you deserve to open it.
Stories from the Edge of Change follows those moments. The in-between spaces. The almosts. The aching silences between relapse and recovery, between shame and forgiveness. It’s fiction grounded in truth, and truth blurred by memory.
Told through shifting voices and bruised perspectives, each entry stands alone but connects to a larger thread:
People break. And sometimes, they build again.
Nineteen and Nowhere
Stories from the Edge of Change – Volume 2, Part 1 “They said the system lost track of him. But he was never theirs to keep.” The morning rain didn’t bother Ren. He’d learned that water was gentler than people. He crouched beside the alley dumpster behind the drop-in center, shoulders hunched under a threadbare…
Series Reflection: Staying at the Edge
Memoirs of Madness – Stories from the Edge of Change Some stories ask to be written. Others sit beside you for a long time and wait until you’re ready to listen. Stories from the Edge of Change wasn’t planned as a series. It started as a single image: a man sitting on a bench, cold…
The Corner Again
MoM Series: Stories from the Edge of Change – Part 5 Jake slipped back to Maple and 9th, just before the day’s first sirens.The sky was a cold bruise overhead—indigo leaking toward gray, the city below still sullen and half-swallowed by fog. Jake’s route here was always the same: the recycled bus air, the smell…
Second Shift
MoM Series: Stories from the Edge of Change – Part 4 Jake worked nights. He liked the quiet. Fewer eyes. Less explaining to do. The outreach center kept him on the roster as a volunteer—two days a week, graveyard shift. It was mostly sweeping, coffee refills, folding blankets, and unlocking doors when someone showed up…
Stories from the Edge of Change III
Chapter 3 Finch Jake hadn’t meant to come back. He told himself it was a supply run—donate some canned goods to the church pantry, maybe check on a guy from group. But his body betrayed him. It always did when he got too quiet. So instead of downtown, he found himself standing at the edge…
Stories from the Edge of Change II
Chapter 2 The One Who Stayed They called him Angel. Not because he was good—he wasn’t. But because that was the name his mother had scrawled on the back of a birth certificate before vanishing into whatever hole the meth and the men had dug. That’s what the caseworker said, anyway. He never knew if…
Stories from the Edge of Change
Chapter 1 The Corner Knows Jake had a name once. Not the kind of people muttered when they passed him on the corner—junkie, beggar, waste. He had a name that once meant something. It was stitched onto a work jacket once. It was on birthday cards, driver’s licenses, and bank forms. But time has a…
Memoirs of Madness 