Shady Cove Truths
Phil's Frosty on a Bad Day
Sometimes all you need is a milkshake and someone who doesn't ask questions.
Footprints & Ink
From a small town in rural Oregon, nestled at the gateway of Crater Lake, where the Rogue River bends under a bridge nobody famous ever crossed, three voices started writing things down.
Miss Vee. Chuckowski. And something older, quieter, watching from the treeline. They call it The Witness.
Footprints are what gets left behind, in mud, in snow, in places most people never look. Ink is what happens when someone sits still long enough to tell the truth about it. Together, the three blend grit, grace, and wild observation into stories that don't look away.
The story behind the story →"Somewhere near the bridge, something watches.
Not to judge. Just to remember.
That's what witnesses do."
— Shady Cove, Oregon
Featured Stories
Recent pieces from the collection. Each one earned its place.
Grief & Ghosts
Nobody Warns You About the Quiet Parts
Grief doesn't always scream. Sometimes it just sits in the passenger seat.
Love, Then Gone
I Stayed Longer Than I Should Have
About the job, the town, the person. Pick one.
Letters Never Sent
The Receipt I Kept for No Reason
A gas station in Medford, 2019. $14.82. I still don't know why I kept it.
Survival Math
She Called It a Career Move
Working two jobs and calling it ambition because the alternative is too honest.
What Bigfoot Saw
Bigfoot Saw Me Cry at a Rest Stop
If a man breaks down on Highway 62 and only Bigfoot sees it, did it happen?
The Rules We Don't Break
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No Polishing the Truth
If it hurt, it stays. We don't clean it up to make it comfortable.
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We Don't Rush the Story
Some things need time before they make sense. We sit with them.
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Pull Up a Chair
You don't need to be impressive. Just real. That's enough.
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Don't Burn Yourself Out to Belong
We believe in creating in ways that don't destroy you.
"Footprints show where these ones walked.
Ink shows what these ones felt while walking.
Some tracks fade.
Some words stay."
— The Witness, from the treeline