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Prose and poetry by Maximilian Siddell. Dark fantasy. Mythic dreamscapes. Existential realism. Step across The Threshold.

Newsletter · By Maximilian Siddell · English · Official site

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Sep 8, 2026
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  1. Issue · Sep 8, 2026

    The Cave (opens the original)

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    The Cave1A dark fantasy short story written in November 2024The father leaned back against the damp rock wall, trying to ignore the cramps of hunger in his gut. He groaned, shutting his eyes. He could spare a few moments to rest.“Papa,” his daughter whispered, shuffling over to him. Their only light source, the pale green phosphorescence of the stringy mushrooms carpeting the ceiling, only served to accentuate her gaunt cheeks and

  2. Issue · Aug 25, 2026

    Rainbow Mosaic (opens the original)

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    Based on a true story.Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOne thing after another. Rainbow mosaic. I can see why people think you must be in Everything. Everywhere. your room. Everywhen. Why? Why do I care? But where Why do you? and when

  3. Issue · Aug 18, 2026

    Frosted Ground (opens the original)

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    Frosted GroundOrThe One I Wrote While Waiting for the DawnPart three of The Winter TrilogyFrosted ground and brittle leaves and browning world around us.The bird song calls the coming dawn though cold wind alights old trees.Their roots grow deep in murk and mud beneath frost’s chilling touch. They hold them strong and hold them fast. Great strength to reach the sky.The gold above. That vast expanse. The world of drea

  4. Issue · Aug 11, 2026

    Rumored Sun on Winter's Day (opens the original)

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    Rumored Sun of Winter’s DayOrThe One I Wrote Beneath a Pale Midwinter SunPart two of The Winter TrilogyRumored sun on winter’s day. Her touch is warm though cold remains.He sits and breathes and hears birds sing.Wind’s secret voice through swaying trees, through fading leaves, through rippling seas.And here he is, and there they are. New growth from webs of rot and filth. From damp and mould and fruiting mush. S

  5. Issue · Aug 4, 2026

    The Fading of Summer (opens the original)

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    The Fading of SummerOrThe One I Wrote on a Cold and Lonely Winter’s NightPart one of The Winter Trilogy1Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe enter this world’s longest night A t

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