Deeper Rooms
Some rooms I keep quieter than the rest. Here is what waits in them.
You have wandered these halls for a while now. You have opened doors, lingered in the dark, and stayed. I am glad you did.
There are rooms in this house I keep a little quieter than the rest. Not hidden, exactly. Just waiting for those who want to come a little further in. If you have ever thought about stepping closer, this is where I tell you what lies behind those doors.
Take your time. Nothing here is going anywhere.
The Open Rooms
These are the rooms that open the moment you become a paid subscriber.
You receive every post, including the ones I keep behind the wall, written only for those who come this far in. The full archive opens to you, every story, every fragment, every quiet experiment from the beginning. And the chat opens too, a smaller, closer room where we talk between the stories.
This is the foundation. Everything else grows from here.
A Mark of the House
Something small and real, to carry out of the dark and into your world. A set of stickers, made to live on notebooks, laptops, or wherever you keep the things that matter to you.
A little piece of “Fragments and the Dark”, off the screen and in your hands.
A Story With Your Name In It
This is the one I am most fond of.
As a paid subscriber, you can have a story written for you. A short story, or a drabble, with your name woven into it. You may whisper a wish if you like, a single image, a place, a fear, and I will build the dark around it.
It arrives quietly, straight to your inbox. Yours alone, and no one else’s.
Founding Fragments
There is one door I keep at the very end of the hall. Behind it is everything above, and a little more, for those who decide to stay for good.
As a Founding Fragment, you receive all of it, every post, the archive, the chat, the stickers, and your own story. And then two things that belong to this room alone.
A shirt, carrying the mark of the house, in black or white, made to be worn out in the daylight where no one suspects what you read at night.
And your story does not only arrive in your inbox. It comes to you on paper, printed and sent through the post, all the way from Switzerland to your door. Something to hold, to keep, to slip between the pages of a book and find again years from now.
This is the deepest room in the house. Once you are in it, the door stays open for you. Always.
Where the Doors Are
If any of these rooms call to you, you can step through here:
There is no rush. The dark is patient, and so am I. But if you have read this far, perhaps a part of you already knows which door is yours.
Thank you for being here. For reading, for staying, for wandering these halls with me. It means more than I can say in the light. 🖤
The dark has been waiting. Come a little further in.
Author’s note
I’m Sacha, a writer based in Switzerland. Fragments and the Dark is my home for literary horror: short stories, fragments, and experiments for readers who share a taste for the darker corners of fiction. My first novel is also slowly taking shape alongside it. I especially like to write emotionally precise poetry, whimsical dark fiction, and literary retellings. And every so often, something lighter slips through a crack, even though it never stays for long…
I’d love for writing to one day become my full-time work. If you’d like to help me along that path, you can buy me a coffee or become a paid subscriber using the buttons below. And if that’s not for you right now, a like, comment, or restack genuinely makes a difference too.
Thank you very much for being here and for reading my pieces. 🖤
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I love everything about this! yay you!