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Fiction & Allegory

The Briars

The Briars

The Briars

A house where the path has narrowed, the gate stands open, and the briars have been counting neglects long enough to believe they own the place.

Chris Gambrell

16 hours ago

A single-wide trailer home at night, lit by a porch light casting a warm cone of light onto frost-dead grass, surrounded by misty pine trees under a dark blue sky.

A single-wide trailer home at night, lit by a porch light casting a warm cone of light onto frost-dead grass, surrounded by misty pine trees under a dark blue sky.

Groomed

The screen showed no name. A number I didn't recognize, and a call timer reading eleven minutes and fifty-three seconds. Nearly twelve minutes. Long enough to build something. Long enough to teach a girl to doubt every person who loved her. I ended the call. The argument started immediately—it always did.

Chris Gambrell

May 12

A misty rural scene with a narrow path, thorn-covered plants, and a house in the background, with text promoting “The House in the Briars” and the phrase “Delay Is Soil.”

A misty rural scene with a narrow path, thorn-covered plants, and a house in the background, with text promoting “The House in the Briars” and the phrase “Delay Is Soil.”

Delay Is Soil

It didn’t start with something big. It started with something small… and no one stopped it.

Chris Gambrell

Apr 3

Classified-style sci-fi image of a shadowed armored figure in a city that appears to be watching, with a prompt to access the file

Classified-style sci-fi image of a shadowed armored figure in a city that appears to be watching, with a prompt to access the file

THE CITY IS ALIVE (BUT NOT THE WAY YOU THINK)

The city in The Destiny doesn’t just hold the story… it responds to it. And the deeper you look, the more it starts to feel like it’s watching back.

Chris Gambrell

Mar 30

Cityscape

Cityscape

The City Didn’t Break

The city didn’t break. It corrected itself. That should have been a comfort. Instead… it was the first warning.

Chris Gambrell

Mar 27

A fog-covered pasture with a wounded sheep in the foreground, a hooded figure in the distance, and wolves emerging through the mist, symbolizing spiritual danger and quiet decay.

A fog-covered pasture with a wounded sheep in the foreground, a hooded figure in the distance, and wolves emerging through the mist, symbolizing spiritual danger and quiet decay.

Something Holy Is Starving

Decay doesn’t break down the door. It asks for a seat. A dark reflection on sacred things, slow ruin, and the cost of comfort.

Chris Gambrell

Mar 25

There’s a place where the sacred still breathes—barely.

There’s a place where the sacred still breathes—barely.

The Grey Fold: A Fable for a Failing Light

I didn’t mean to find it.Not in the shape it was in. It began as an image—a vast, wounded creature. Something holy.Ancient.Alive.

Chris Gambrell

Mar 25

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