Caleb Lahr
Bio
Welcome to a realm where reality blurs and magic beckons. My stories weave the fantastic with the familiar, reflecting a deep understanding of the human condition shaped by my background in human rights advocacy and legal research.
Stories (6/0)
The Hushed Valley
In the hushed green throat of Dunmire Valley, where shadows drew breath on the wind and forgotten whispers lingered, a strange village huddled beneath perpetual pale mists. Here, squatting at the edge of primal woods, leaned the witch Eveline's moss-blanketed shanty, its crooked bones twisted from the cursed black timbers of Salem's woe. Its sagging roof, pelted endlessly by the falling sky-tears, seemed one rain more from dissolving into loam.
By Caleb Lahr28 days ago in Fiction
The Crimson Balloon
The crimson balloon drifted serenely above the obsidian waters of the lake, a vibrant orb of warmth in a landscape cloaked in the heavy, brooding hues of twilight. It hung suspended between worlds, a pulsating heart against the tumultuous, storm-laden sky. Below, the lake mirrored this floating beacon, each ripple an artist’s brushstroke in the shifting masterpiece of reflection.
By Caleb Lahrabout a month ago in Fiction
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