The Hallow Veil & The Curse of Blackmere

In Crowmoor, secrets swing from the trees—dog tags marked with numbers no one dares speak aloud. When Nyra stumbles upon a grave that shouldn't be there, her body begins to change. Symbols etch into her skin. Whispers follow her through fog. And the Veil Tree—the one no map remembers—starts to breathe again.

As ancient rituals awaken and the Lost Thirteen demand remembrance, Nyra must decide: protect the town that raised her, or uncover the truth buried in its roots—even if it means embracing the darkness blooming within. But the tree doesn’t just remember. It watches. And the final mark is waiting.

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THE CURSE OF BLACKMERE

In the shadowed town of Blackmere, silence isn’t just unsettling—it’s sacred. Twenty years have passed since Nyra vanished into the Veil, a mysterious realm that swallowed her whole and left behind a legacy of grief and forgetting. Her name, once mourned in nearby Crowmoor, is now forbidden in Blackmere, where memory itself is treated like a dangerous relic.

This gothic fantasy tale explores a community bound by ritual, secrecy, and an unspoken curse that has reshaped its identity. Blackmere’s people live by rules no outsider understands—rules that protect them from the Veil’s reach but also imprison them in a life of emotional exile.

As the story unfolds, the line between myth and reality begins to fray. What happened to Nyra? Why does Blackmere fear remembrance? And what price must be paid to break the curse?

The Curse of Blackmere is a meditation on grief, transformation, and the fragile threads that connect us to the past. It’s a story for those who believe that silence can speak volumes—and that some names are too powerful to forget.


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The Curse of Blackmere: The Hallow Veil Chronicles, Book Two

In the shadowed town of Blackmere, silence isn’t just unsettling—it’s sacred. Twenty years have passed since Nyra vanished into the Veil, a mysterious realm that swallowed her whole and left behind a legacy of grief and forgetting. Her name, once mourned in nearby Crowmoor, is now forbidden in Blackmere, where memory itself is treated like a dangerous relic.

This gothic fantasy tale explores a community bound by ritual, secrecy, and an unspoken curse that has reshaped its identity. Blackmere’s people live by rules no outsider understands—rules that protect them from the Veil’s reach but also imprison them in a life of emotional exile.

As the story unfolds, the line between myth and reality begins to fray. What happened to Nyra? Why does Blackmere fear remembrance? And what price must be paid to break the curse?

The Curse of Blackmere is a meditation on grief, transformation, and the fragile threads that connect us to the past. It’s a story for those who believe that silence can speak volumes—and that some names are too powerful to forget.

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The Hallow Veil

 CHAPTER ONE: THE LOST THIRTEEN 

In a town of Crowmoor where many people do not know exists there is a teenager named Nyra. She is an outcast of the town and does not like to blend into the citizens. There are only 1313 citizens left of the town. 

Originally there were over 8,000 but then suddenly everyone started moving away quickly and some no one really knows what happened to them.

 

Nyra always knew she was the black sheep of the town just by the way she dresses.  Everyone enjoyed walking around in colorful clothing, nice fixed hair dos and so much make up on them if they were to wreck, it would leave their whole face print on the windshield. 

While she dresses in all black no matter the time or season she wears the bare minimum lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara and that is all.

Nyra is always fantasizing about the oddest things. In her past time, she is reading about history that lies around the towns near her. One town she would love to visit is Blackmere. A place of clueless whispers that sounds like sirens calling. The whispers are so strong, they have talked a lot of the town's population into the bottom of the lake and it is warned that no one goes to it or around it or they will meet their fate. This sounds like a curse if you ask me.

 Another thing she is fascinated about is death. She always wonders how people died and oftentimes spends her time wandering around graveyards checking out all of the graves except one. One that sits way off in the far corner. It looks like no one has even been there in years and it is always so dirty and grown up. It is never known why she never went there but she just did not. Maybe she never noticed it and just thought it was a tree or a vine holder.

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The Hallow Veil: Book one! Available in ebook and paperback and hardbook

 I wrote a new book and it is out now! It is called The Hallow Veil! Book two is coming soon! 

There are stories that entertain. And then there are stories that linger — curling around your thoughts like mist, long after the final page. The Hallow Veil lives in that second category.

This is not a tale of monsters in the dark. It’s about the veil itself: the thin membrane between what’s real and what we almost believe. It explores themes of identity, transformation, and perception through a world that feels both hauntingly familiar and chillingly unreal. This book is a fantasy book about a town where people goes missing and no one knows. 

In crafting The Hallow Veil, I wanted readers to feel disoriented — in the best way. A place where mirrors resist reflection, where memory warps, and where silence carries weight. It’s a surreal dive into what it means to be seen… and what’s left behind when you aren’t.

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Everything 

Everything doesn’t feel real touch

 it’s all in your imagination  

this is all a dream we are all inside your head

 can’t you 👀 it’s all nothing but a memory 

just close your eyes go to 💤 

there’s nothing to fear but life itself 

But this is the end of the poem 

 there’s no time 

  left to continue

 so this  is how it’ll end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fear of the ⚰️ 

Sittin in this empty room 👀 

 my mind flutter across the page

 of my memory and listening to 

 the slow moans of the ⚰️>

 the embracing arms of the cold ⚰️

that stalks me every step

 I take and

💤 with me even when

 I’m ignoring their presence

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
YOU.

You treat me horribly I’m 19 

I should have freedom but I don’t you’re trying 

to keep me under your wing But you’re wrong 

 it’s not gonna work I’m ready to go ready to leave

  I can’t stand it here you yell cuss and try to fight 

You threatened to hit me You try to scare me but you don’t

 Try breaking me now I have someone who will help me stand 

You’re not ready for me to go but watch me leave

Your not gonna win 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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I have been kept in a room with my own desk. 
I’m covered with dust. She no longer comes in and uses me like she did.
It’s been a long time since my ink has been used and keys have been pressed.
I hear footsteps that are lighter than normal echoing coming towards my 🚪.
The 🚪 knob twisted and the 🚪 creaks open.
A little girl that looks like my owner walks in and spots me on my desk. 
She walks closer into the 🚪 and glances around. She has reddish blonde hair.
She wears glasses and has a plaid 👕. 
Her jeans looks worn out like ✋ me downs. 
She is pale white like the 🐈 snowball wondering around.   I got so 🙌.She spots me and walks closer. She blows the dust off my keys and presses on them. They start dinging.It kind of hurts when she does but it feels good at the same time. It has been a while since I felt this way. I peek out the 🚪 and saw her but older. She doesn’t look as good as she did. She looks 😷 and tired.Her hair is shiny grey looking. Her eyes green eyes look gloomy and droopy. 

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CHAPTER ONE:
THE BEGINNING

Did you 👀 the 🐰 hopping around the room playing around, 
having fun while birds are chirping and singing hanging from the fan? 
Did you 👀 the pony sticking its head out of the wall 👀 my every movement 
while I sit here in this room and write this 📓? 
Things are appearing and disappearing. 
There are fights happening deep inside of my head with the voices
tearing me apart and they are my only friends. 
They keep me up at night 👀 things that don’t exist.
They argue and argue about things that do not even matter.
I sit and sit thinking on this 🛏️. Writing and writing nonstop.
Nonstop arguments between family, the voices and me. 
They are the only ones that keeps me company right 
along with the misery inside of me.

“Hey loser, you’re never gone amount to anything.”
“Don’t talk to him like that he’s not worthless.”
“Yes, he is; Look at him sitting on this bedside doing nothing with his
life he’s such a low life. Talking to his imaginary friends 👀 things 
and hearing things talking to no one who’s there. 
You have no real friends you just have us, you’re writing your drawings that’s it.
Your family doesn’t even care for you. You’re not even here to them. 
You’re just a nobody. Just dust in the wind nothing but a faded memory.”

“Hey guys look at this jerk off he’s trying to run from all his problems.”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”
“I CAN’T GET ANYTHING DONE!!! I CAN’T 💤 OR
DO ANYTHING WITH Y’ALL TALKING!!!!!”
“Oh Jacob, Only a little longer. You’ll be completely insane. 
You mom threatened to put you into a mental asylum, 
your dad’s in prison for murder. They want nothing to do with you Jacob.”
“Alright guys stop it stop bullying him. 
Let him live stop trying to cause more troubles than he’s got.”
“JACOB.” Calls a voice from down the hall
“JACOB ARE YOU UP, COME ON IT’S YOUR FIRST DAY BACK AND
I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE LATE.” A wondering voice from down the hall.”
“I’M UP.” I yell.
I lay back down. I close my eyes and drift back off to 💤.
“Hey, Jacob, you’re skipping school again today?”
“It’s gonna catch up with you oh wait it already has.”
“You’re just a loser. Nobody likes you nor 😍 you. 
You’ll never get a girlfriend, a weird oh a freak.” The voice argues.
“You mind as well drop out. You’re such a loser; 
You’re too stupid for anything you mind as well give it up 
and quit life you suck at it anyways. You fall at everything nothing 
you do is worth anything; Mind as well just end it.”
“Hey guys let’s leave this loser alone.” “He’s not worth it.” 
“Catch you later Jacob you loser.”

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Chapter One

It’s a cold October day in Staten Island, 🗽. 
The wind blows through the trees. I’m on my way to the bar where 
we are having a family meeting.
I enter the bar and I 👀 Ronny, Jim and Bobby sitting there at the table waiting on the boss. 
They was sitting there talking about their records and what they have been doing since
the last time they was together.

“So Ronny how is your family doing?” Asked Jim.
“They are, doing fine.” Replied Ronny.
“ We are only here to talk about the reason we are here. 
We aren’t here to talk about anything else, no family business, 
and that’s the reason we are here and that’s it!” Exclaims Bobby as he interrupts the two.

“Jim,Ronny,Bobby there’s something I need for you to do for me” said
someone from the corner.
From the shadows of the bar a tall muscular Italian descent man dressed in 
black steps in the bar. The Boss. He sits at the edge of the table where he always sat.
It all got silent. He is the most powerful one around. I once saw him shoot one of them 
shiner boys in the head over something he was told. 
They all was rattled up ready for a war to start but it didn’t it just made us divide apart 
more it made us hate each other and not wanting to be in each other’s presences.

There was once this old shiner who was not bothering anyone. 
Another family boss and his members told something to the 
Boss and they went and shot the old shiner ⚰️ right in front of
his grandchildren and his wife while they were eating dinner. 
The Boss does not play around and He doesn’t care about who’s
around or what happens he kills who he’s ordered to in cold blood, ⚰️ on the spot.
He once shot his own member in front of his son because someone told him that the
reason he went to jail once was because the member, who I believe was
Donnie, had ratted to the cops where boss would be, and when he got out boss
shot him ⚰️ right where he stood. He was begging for his life, though what’s the point
of begging when you’re already ⚰️ the moment you join the family but most didn’t
believe it till it was them.

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The ones that keeps you awake at night?

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The legend of Crybaby Bridge

On a dark stormy night there was an old man and an old woman on their way home in the little town of south of Pageland in Anderson, South Carolina. They had to cross the old rigid bridge that has been there for many years to get to the other side. As they started across the bridge their old 1930 Chevy truck started to act up. The light’s started cutting off and on and the truck’s motor started cutting out. The truck stops before it gets to the middle of the bridge. The man gets out of the truck and looks around his surroundings. He heard a baby cry and then he saw a woman appear from nowhere walking towards him and the truck. She was wearing an all-white flowy dress. Her brown hair was stringy and wavy. Her eyes were brown, and she looked extremely pale. She looked like she was from the 1840’s.

“Have you seen my baby???” She cries out

“Can you help me???” She says as she walks to the man.

“What happened??” He asks her and then she disappears.

“Hello, Hello. Where did you go??” The old man hollers out.

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Introduction

 When I was little I was the Tasmanian Devil or what my mom calls me the devil's child. I have done a lot of things when I was little. I caused a lot of headache and most of my scars came from my childhood. I was a curious child and done almost anything I could not to be bored. The house I live in was my first house. The apartment mom and dad lived in I probably lived in for a couple weeks to a month but this was when I was first born. They felt like there wasn’t much room there so they moved here and this is where all the things that I’ve done or that has happened, happened here.

GREEN!

 The house was still. I was about 3 years old. My mother just got off work. She worked 3rd shift at walmart. Mom comes home and plays with me like she always did. I must of got tired and so I lay down on the living room floor trying to take a nap. She lays down on the floor  and she falls asleep beside me. I wake up and I tapped her she was dead asleep. I got bored didn’t know what to do and then suddenly I hear something calling my name. I went to the trash can and pulled trash out of it. I put it around her. I go in the kitchen and got into the cabinet where the kool aid packets was. I pull the green one out and put water in a cup. I open the green kool aid packet and poured it on her hair. I then grabbed the water and poured it on her hair. After I was done with her hair. I went to the trash can and grabbed a dish detergent bottle and put it in her mouth. She woke up freaking out. I thought It was pretty funny. I could feel her madness. She picks up the trash and walk to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and she freaks out. She takes a shower trying to wash it out but it didn’t work. She calls my dad and tells him he better come get me. He got off work and came and watched me. She had to go back to work anyways.