I've been thinking about empty spaces lately, the psychological kind. The spaces between who you were and who you're becoming. The moment between sleeping and waking when you're not sure which world is real. The space where you feel most alone.
That's where FAZED lives.
This is my latest serial, and honestly, it might be the weirdest thing I've written yet. Five teenagers return from a camping trip to find their hometown empty. Not zombie apocalypse empty, but wrong empty. Everyone's gone, there are weird piles of black powder everywhere, and masked figures in heavy combat gear are patrolling the streets.
Liminal horror focuses on threshold spaces, the places and moments between states. It's not about monsters jumping out of closets. It's the horror of transition itself.
Think Annihilation meets Donnie Darko with a healthy dose of teenage anxiety. The kind of story that makes you feel relieved you made it to adulthood in one piece.
Enjoy that feeling. Or not.
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