Duskwell

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A town stitched from memory. A map drawn in blood. A story you may already be inside.

Nestled just past the edge of recognition, Duskwell is a quiet place where the streets forget their names and the houses remember things you never told them. Time loops like an old song stuck on the wrong lyric. The shadows here don’t just follow you—they recall you. And if you listen closely, you might hear your own voice calling back from behind a locked door.

Families live here. Children vanish and return... changed. Memories twist into buildings. Grief carves paths through the woods. And when you lie, the furniture moves.

This site is your first step into a town that doesn’t stay still.

You’ll find stories—tiny, sharp things, just two sentences at a time. Some loop. Some infect. Some know you better than you’d like. Each one is a thread, and together they sew a place that feels almost real.

Watch your reflections. Read carefully enough and Duskwell will write back. And above all—remember:

You’ve been here before.

“They’re cool in high school to be like oop set up punchline, oh look at that a set up punchline. Like they’re cool when you’re just getting into writing, but there’s really, I mean there’s no way to make them compelling…”

Wendigoon, on the topic of two sentence horror, Creep Cast, May 2025

“They are compelling, when the town remembers. Stay long enough and it will start to remember you,”

Mason, Architect of Duskwell (date undetermined)

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Each of these ten standalone two-sentence horror stories is a couplet, drawn from Father Pell’s increasingly manic “gospel.” They rhyme where needed, distort when not. As the town becomes deity, the preacher becomes its scripture.

1. “The Word Made Flesh”

He carved the word GOD on his chest with a nail from a pew,

But the “O” blinked twice—and the “D” whispered, “We remember you.”