Projects
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Current Projects
The Veiled Index Series
The world wasn’t made for Alex. It was made for those that desire control and those that wish to be led. The sweep had never impacted her life, until it did.
“Remember to spend some time with your loved ones….
…. for someday that person might not be there again.”
~ Bob Moorhead
She tried. When that didn’t work, she stopped caring about anyone. That backfired in the best and worst way. When she was swept into the same mess as her sister, she discovered there is no one left too care about.
Though the Mold was repressive back home, she hadn’t seen anything yet. They were in the process of implementing Operation Pour: injecting highly trained and skilled sleeper agents globally with the intent of total control. Alex had been recruited for just that purpose.
Her sense of justice won’t let her go along with it, but her sense of self preservation and desire to protect her family won’t allow her to defy the Mold.
Will she be able to stand strong on her beliefs? Or will the iron fist of the Mold break her.
Mood: tense • unraveling • pressured • fractured • heavy
Project Codename: Residue
Progress
Draft Two
Project Codename: Crossline Part 1
They were a family once. Now they are two people shaped by loss, moving through the world with the weight of daughters they believe are gone.
A father splintered by guilt. A mother worn thin by sorrow. Grief has separated them, yet something in them turns toward the other — a faint instinct that not everything is as finished as it seems. The system that failed their family expects their silence, their surrender, their acceptance of an ending they never chose.
But even in the ruins, a small, stubborn pulse of purpose remains.
New companions gather around them, drawn by loyalty, circumstance. Some will steady them. Some will complicate the path. All will force them to decide what they’re willing to risk for the chance — however small — of something better.
To move forward, they must confront the system that divided them and unravel the power that keeps their country fractured. Because even if their daughters are gone, the future doesn’t have to be.
And sometimes hope begins exactly there — in the place where everything else has already been taken.
Mood: grief • rekindling • searching • anchored • enduring
Progress
Draft One
From the outside, they are whole. But that’s the illusion — only the outside. Inside they know they will never return to the people they once were.
A mother grasping at what she knows. A father holding tight to what he lost. Their daughter, disciplined and distant, unable to share in the grief yet aching to. The system that once promised safety now realized to be a monster.
But together — mother the healer, father the armor, daughter the protector — missing only one piece, they must be strong enough to face the creature that shaped their ruin.
The companions who endured the darkest years with them remain close, bound by survival and a fragile thread of hope.
The world around them is shifting in ways they can sense but not yet name. And though their family is no longer whole, the future does not have to mirror the past.
Strength is not always born from what is familiar, but from how you rise after everything familiar has been destroyed.
Mood: echoes • severed • unknowing • tethered • returning
Project Codename: Crossline Part 2
Progress
Draft One
Severed from her past long before she understood what it meant to lose it. In the quiet that followed, the system stepped in — precise, orderly, absolute. It shaped her into someone loyal, efficient, unquestioning.
For years, that was enough.
Now, as she rises through the ranks, small irregularities begin to surface — a reassigned file, a brief encounter that leaves an echo, a momentary sense of being near something she can’t place. Nothing she can name. Nothing she’s meant to notice. The system calls them coincidences. She lets them pass.
Obedience has given her purpose. Loyalty has given her place. Yet something faint presses at the edges of her certainty, a quiet pull toward a life she no longer remembers.
To follow it could unravel everything she’s built. To ignore it may cost her the last pieces of herself she didn’t realize were still intact.
The system crafted her into its perfect creation. But even perfection can shift — and in the faint tremor beneath her feet, she feels the first hint of a choice: whether to take back what was taken, or let the ground settle over it forever.
Mood: loyalty • conflicted • severed • echoes • disciplined
Project Codename: Silhouette
Progress
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