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The framing feels very honest and reflective. I like how personal perspective and cultural critique are positioned side by side without overexplaining—there’s a clear voice here.

While working on When the Sea Turned to Pearls, I kept thinking about how often stories are expected to explain themselves.

This one doesn’t.

The central figure is observed but never fully understood. The spaces around her try to frame her — a house that watches, a window that isolates — but none of them manage to contain her movement. The sea responds not because it is commanded, but because something aligns briefly and then passes.

I wanted the transformation to be quiet and temporary. The pearls are not a gift to keep. They exist for a moment and then dissolve, leaving only direction behind.

This story is less interested in meaning as explanation and more interested in meaning as motion. Sometimes the most honest thing a character can do is keep moving without answering questions that were never meant for them.

Sharing this reflection for readers who enjoy symbolic fiction, mythic imagery, and stories that trust the reader to sit with uncertainty.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/when-the-sea-turned-to-pearls

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/when-the-sea-turned-to-pearls

Quick summary: When the Sea Turned to Pearls is a speculative flash fiction short story about a woman who moves differently through the world — and a moment where the sea responds to something she has carried longer than memory.

This story is symbolic rather than explanatory. The setting shifts through image and motion: a watching room, a freestanding window, a sea that transforms quietly, without spectacle or witness.

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy quiet speculative flash fiction, metaphor-driven storytelling, and stories that value direction over resolution.

While working on The Light She Tried to Hide, I kept thinking about how often people are taught that visibility is dangerous.

The protagonist doesn’t hide her light because she lacks confidence. She hides it because experience has taught her that attention comes with cost — expectation, pressure, and the demand to perform.

What interested me was writing a story where light is not celebrated or punished, but negotiated. Something carried carefully until the person holding it decides when and how it should be seen.

This isn’t a story about overcoming fear through bravery. It’s about discernment. About learning that safety and truth don’t always arrive at the same time — and that choosing visibility can be an act of quiet resistance.

Sharing this reflection for readers who enjoy symbolic fiction, introspective flash stories, and narratives where change happens internally rather than loudly.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-light-she-tried-to-hide

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-light-she-tried-to-hide

Quick summary: The Light She Tried to Hide is a speculative flash fiction about a woman who discovers that the part of herself she learned to conceal is the very thing that gives her direction.

This short story is symbolic rather than dramatic. The ocean is not danger. The light is not power. Both are mirrors — revealing what fear, praise, and silence have quietly taught her to suppress.

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy reflective speculative fiction, metaphor-driven storytelling, and quiet moments of inner resistance.

While writing The White Mark, I was interested in how often resistance is expected to look dramatic — loud, visible, undeniable.

This story doesn’t work that way.

The central refusal happens quietly. It doesn’t interrupt the ceremony. It doesn’t shock anyone watching. It only matters to the person who carries it forward.

What stays with me about this kind of resistance is how easily it’s missed — and how powerful it can still be. Some choices aren’t meant to be witnessed. They exist to preserve the self, not to convince others.

I wanted to write a story where symbolism replaces confrontation, and where the most important act is remembering who you are inside a future you didn’t choose.

Sharing this reflection for readers who enjoy speculative fiction that focuses on internal change rather than spectacle.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-white-mark

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-white-mark

Quick summary: The White Mark is a speculative flash fiction short story about a woman placed inside a ceremonial future she never chose — and the quiet moment where she claims herself anyway.

This story uses ritual and symbolism rather than violence. The horror is social. The tension is internal. The resistance is nearly invisible to everyone except the one who needs it.

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy quiet speculative fiction, feminist themes, and stories where choice survives even when obedience is expected.

While working on The Tailor of Hollowstitch, I kept thinking about how often fear is taught as care.

In the village of the story, silence isn’t framed as cruelty. It’s framed as protection. Girls are taught early that obedience keeps them alive, that questions invite danger, and that certain knowledge is simply too risky to carry.

What interested me wasn’t rebellion itself, but conditioning — how long someone can live inside a rule before realizing it was never meant to protect them.

The women in this story don’t pass down warnings because they are weak. They do it because fear has already shaped their survival. Silence becomes inheritance. Obedience becomes tradition. And creation becomes something whispered about rather than practiced.

I wanted the horror to live there — in the space where care and control blur together, and where love is expressed through restriction rather than freedom.

This is a quiet story. The fear doesn’t rush. It waits. It settles. It teaches.

I’m sharing this reflection here for readers who enjoy horror that examines tradition, inherited trauma, and the cost of learning safety too well.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-tailor-of-hollowstitch

I wanted to share A Feminist Gothic Folk Horror Novelette I recently released on Itch.io for readers who enjoy slow, psychological horror rooted in tradition rather than shock.

The Tailor of Hollowstitch is set in a village where women are forbidden to sew. The story follows Evelaine, a girl raised to survive through silence, who inherits a forbidden craft passed down through generations of women who were punished for creating.

This is a quiet, heavy story about:

rules that disguise violence as tradition

creativity treated as sin

fear passed from mother to daughter

and what happens when silence finally breaks

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy feminist horror, folk-influenced settings, and stories that sit with discomfort instead of rushing to resolve it.

📘 Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-tailor-of-hollowstitch

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While writing The Girl Who Became a Penguin, I kept thinking about how often transformation stories are framed as escape.

This one isn’t.

The girl doesn’t change because she hates being human. She changes because she is lonely — and because the world around her feels emotionally cold in a way she doesn’t yet have language for.

The penguins aren’t meant to be magical or wondrous. They represent something very simple: presence. They stay close. They share warmth. They don’t ask questions or demand explanation. For a child who feels unseen, that kind of quiet acceptance becomes everything.

I wanted the transformation to feel like relief rather than spectacle. Becoming a penguin isn’t about power or fantasy fulfillment. It’s about finding a form that allows her to belong without effort, without performance, and without fear.

What mattered most to me was letting the story move slowly. Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Belonging doesn’t arrive loudly. Sometimes it’s just the feeling of being allowed to stay.

I’m sharing this reflection here for readers who enjoy gentle fantasy stories that treat change as emotional adaptation rather than dramatic escape.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-girl-who-became-a-penguin

While writing The Soul Who Loved Me, I kept returning to a quiet idea: what if love didn’t need a body to exist?

So many fantasy romances are built around presence — touch, voice, shared space. I wanted to explore a different kind of bond. One that exists in absence. One that holds someone together without being able to hold them at all.

The soul in this story cannot protect through strength or action. He protects through guidance, patience, and restraint. His love is defined not by what he takes, but by what he gives up — especially when staying would mean erasing the other person entirely.

What interested me most was the idea that love can be real even when it cannot be kept. That devotion sometimes means letting go, trusting memory, and believing that connection can survive loss, distance, or even rebirth.

This story isn’t about tragedy or spectacle. It’s about quiet choices, invisible bonds, and the kind of love that asks nothing in return except survival.

I’m sharing this reflection here for readers who enjoy fantasy stories that move gently, sit with emotional uncertainty, and treat love as something metaphysical rather than physical.

Story page(Premium Edition): 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-soul-who-loved-me

The Girl Who Became a Penguin is now available as a Premium Edition on Itch.io.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-girl-who-became-a-penguin

Quick summary: The Girl Who Became a Penguin is a premium soft fantasy story about a lonely child who finds belonging not by escaping the world, but by discovering a place where she is allowed to stay without explanation.

This is not a fast-paced or dramatic fantasy. The transformation in the story is emotional rather than spectacular. The cold landscape is not danger — it becomes safety. The penguins are not magical saviors — they are presence, patience, and quiet acceptance.

The story explores themes of:

belonging and found family

transformation as emotional survival

identity shaped by care rather than fear

choosing where you feel safe

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy quiet fantasy stories, gentle transformation narratives, and emotionally grounded storytelling.

When I wrote The Cursed Boat Prince, I wasn’t thinking about curses as punishment.

I was thinking about what it feels like to be trapped in a role you didn’t choose—to be conscious, loyal, and still unable to move forward on your own.

Dorian’s curse isn’t just about becoming a boat. It’s about awareness without agency.

Clara doesn’t save him because she’s powerful. She saves him because she stays, even when the rules are unforgiving.

One rule matters more than any other in the story: if she turns back, the curse tightens.

Some journeys only work if you commit fully. Half-steps don’t protect anyone.

The Premium Edition of this novelette includes the complete story, along with bonus chapters and alternate POVs that explore what the curse felt like from the inside—especially during the years of silence.

I wanted the romance to grow from shared endurance, not destiny alone. Two people choosing to keep going, even when the cost is high.

For anyone who finds this story quietly, long after release—thank you. Those readers matter just as much.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-cursed-boat-prince-premium-edition

Writing Aurelia & The Golden Lion King felt less like constructing a plot and more like remembering something I didn’t quite live — the feeling of belonging before you understand what belonging means.

Aurelia doesn’t grow away from the forest. She grows into her choice.

The forest raises her, shelters her, and shapes her sense of safety. Leaving it isn’t framed as progress or escape — it’s a quiet loss that helps her recognize where her heart already lives. What changes isn’t the world around her, but her awareness of it.

This story isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about realizing who you already are connected to.

That’s why the romance unfolds slowly, almost invisibly. Love doesn’t arrive as desire or urgency. It exists first as protection, presence, and patience — something steady enough that it can be recognized only after distance makes it visible.

I wanted the story to feel like a memory because memories don’t explain themselves. They linger. They soften. They stay with you quietly.

If you enjoy soft fantasy romance with emotional depth, this story may stay with you.

Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/aurelia-the-golden-lion-king

Project link: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/aurelia-the-golden-lion-king

Quick summary: Aurelia & The Golden Lion King is a premium fantasy romance novelette about a girl raised by the forest and a silent king cursed into the body of a lion. Their bond grows slowly through protection, patience, and shared silence, long before either of them understands what love is.

This story is written for readers who enjoy quiet, mythic fantasy romance rather than fast-paced action. It focuses on:

belonging and chosen home

devotion without language

love that grows before it is named

identity shaped by place and care

The relationship at the heart of the story is protective and emotional rather than dramatic, and the world is meant to feel mythic rather than epic.

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy slow-burn fantasy romance and emotionally grounded storytelling.

I use AI for visual assets and light creative support, but the story text itself is written by me.

It’s a short reflection on writing a fantasy story where transformation is earned rather than gifted.

While writing The Ant Girl and Robert, I kept returning to one quiet idea: transformation is rarely something we want — it’s something we endure.

In many fantasy stories, change arrives as a gift. Power awakens. A curse breaks. Love fixes what was broken. I wanted to explore a slower, more uncomfortable version of transformation — the kind that only happens after sustained effort, repetition, and responsibility.

Elara doesn’t become something else because she is special. She becomes something else because she is willing to carry weight she once avoided.

That difference mattered to me.

The underground world isn’t meant to feel magical or wondrous. It’s meant to feel like labor. The romance isn’t meant to rescue her from that work — it’s meant to notice it. Recognition comes after effort, not before.

I’m sharing this reflection here for readers who enjoy fantasy stories that move quietly, sit with discomfort, and treat change as something earned rather than granted.

⭐Story page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-ant-girl-and-robert

I wanted to share a short psychological horror story I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy quiet, internal horror and unsettling realism rather than violence or shock.

The Day Her Eyes Went Quiet is a psychological horror short story about a child who notices something subtly wrong with her mother’s face during an ordinary family outing — a change so small and brief that no one else sees it.

This is not a monster story in the traditional sense. There is no chase. No blood. No visible threat.

The horror comes from recognition — and isolation.

The story follows a single, quiet moment: a peaceful smile, eyes that go empty for one second, and the certainty that someone was there… and then wasn’t.

The mother returns to normal immediately. No one else notices anything wrong. Life continues exactly as before.

But the child cannot forget what she saw.

This story explores:

• psychological unease rooted in realism • the terror of noticing change without evidence • emotional isolation and silent fear • the horror of absence disguised as calm

There is no explanation offered. No confirmation. No reassurance.

The ending is meant to feel lingering and uncomfortable — the kind of horror that stays because it feels possible, because it could happen quietly, and because nothing ever truly “goes wrong.”

I’m sharing this for readers who enjoy subtle psychological horror, unsettling domestic realism, and stories where the fear comes from what cannot be named or proven.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-day-her-eyes-went-quiet

psychological horror, quiet horror, unsettling realism, domestic horror, identity unease, dissociation fiction, slow burn horror, literary horror

I wanted to share a quiet mythic romantic story I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy emotional fantasy, transformation as metaphor, and love that survives loss.

The Shape Love Takes is a mythic romantic short story about a boy who loves deeply—and when the person he loves is threatened, he does not fight to remain human. He changes instead.

This is not a heroic fantasy in the traditional sense. There is no conquest, no victory through strength.

The story follows a different kind of sacrifice: not dying for love, but living on in another form.

At its core, the story explores transformation through devotion:

• choosing protection over selfhood • love continuing without touch or language • grief that reshapes rather than ends • identity surviving inside a body that no longer matches it

The transformation is not portrayed as punishment or curse. It is an act of love—quiet, irreversible, and deeply personal.

From the outside, he becomes something legendary. From the inside, he remains the same presence she has always known.

This story explores:

mythic romance and emotional sacrifice love beyond physical form transformation as devotion, not horror quiet tragedy rooted in choice

There is no return to what once was. No restoration of the human shape.

The ending is meant to feel tender, aching, and enduring—the kind of love story that stays with you because it accepts change rather than resisting it.

I’m sharing this for readers who are drawn to soft mythic fantasy, romantic tragedy, and stories that ask what love becomes when the body is no longer the place it began.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-shape-love-takes

mythic fantasy, romantic tragedy, transformation metaphor, quiet fantasy, emotional short story, love and sacrifice, mythic romance, literary fantasy

I wanted to share a premium fantasy romance novelette I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy symbolic transformation stories and emotionally grounded romance.

The Ant Girl and Robert is a character-driven fantasy romance about Elara — a girl who has spent much of her life being protected by others, until circumstances force her to confront what responsibility, labor, and change truly mean. When her brother’s life is threatened, she enters a hidden world beneath the earth and is transformed into something no longer fully human — bound to work, endurance, and growth.

⭐The story explores:

transformation as consequence, not wish fulfillment

love that recognizes effort rather than appearance

responsibility, sacrifice, and delayed awakening

romance shaped by patience and recognition

This is a complete premium novelette, and the edition includes bonus content that expands the emotional and symbolic layers of the story, offering additional perspective beyond the main narrative.

It’s a quiet, reflective fantasy romance rather than an action-heavy one — written for readers who enjoy mythic logic, emotional arcs, and slow, meaningful change.

⭐Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-ant-girl-and-robert

premium fantasy romance, transformation fantasy, mythic symbolism, emotional romance, slow burn fantasy, literary fantasy, character driven novelette, indie fantasy fiction

I wanted to share a psychological horror story I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy slow, internal horror and narratives centered on identity loss rather than violence.

Eight Legs, One Body is a deeply psychological horror story about a girl who begins to feel a strange weight on her head as a child — a presence no one else can see. Over time, that presence stops observing her… and starts learning her.

This is not a monster story in the traditional sense. The horror doesn’t come from being chased — it comes from being replaced.

The story follows the gradual process of possession:

loss of bodily autonomy

emotional flattening and enforced calm

memory erosion

identity being overwritten, piece by piece

The spider is not violent or loud. It is patient. It improves the body. It removes pain, fear, and hesitation. From the outside, the girl looks healthier, calmer, more confident. Inside, she is shrinking — pushed deeper into her own mind as something else learns how to be her better than she ever could.

This story explores:

dissociation and loss of self

control disguised as care

psychological possession rather than physical attack

the terror of being unseen while still alive

There is no rescue arc here. No moment where everything returns to normal. The ending is meant to feel unsettling in a quiet, lasting way — the kind of horror that lingers because it feels disturbingly plausible.

I’m sharing this for readers who enjoy intimate psychological horror, slow-burn dread, and stories that examine what it means to exist without control over your own body or voice.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/eight-legs-one-body

psychological horror, possession story, identity loss, body autonomy horror, dissociation fiction, slow burn horror, literary horror, unsettling fiction

I wanted to share a mythic dark fantasy story I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy transformation narratives, symbolic worldbuilding, and stories about belonging beyond the human world.

The Girl with Two Wrists follows a child born with a body the world calls wrong — two wrists on one arm, a glowing mark on her back, and a sensitivity that makes her different in ways no one around her understands. Rejected by family and feared by her village, she grows up listening to a presence that only she can hear.

The forest has been watching her since birth.

As the mark awakens, fireflies begin to appear, dreams turn into callings, and the truth behind her “difference” slowly reveals itself. What was once treated as a curse becomes a lineage — and the girl must decide whether to remain in a world that fears her, or step fully into the role she was shaped for.

This story explores:

otherness and rejection

bodily difference as destiny, not defect

mythic guardianship and inheritance

transformation as return, not escape

The forest is not a backdrop here. It is a living presence — patient, ancient, and deliberate.

I’m sharing this for readers who enjoy dark mythic fantasy, emotionally grounded transformation stories, and narratives where becoming yourself means leaving behind the world that could never name you correctly.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-girl-with-two-wrists

I wanted to share a dark fantasy psychological horror novelette I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy slow dread, psychological tension, and stories where the supernatural feels disturbingly intimate.

The Bracelet That Called Elowen is a 13,269-word novelette about recurring nightmares that begin to bleed into waking life — and a curse that doesn’t chase its victims violently, but patiently.

Elowen is haunted by a dream of a black pond and a woman wearing a silver bracelet. At first, it feels like a manifestation of anxiety and trauma. But when pieces of the dream begin appearing in daylight, she realizes the nightmare is not symbolic — it is calling her by name.

This story focuses on:

psychological horror rooted in repetition and inevitability

nightmares as entities rather than metaphors

inherited curses and generational guilt

moral horror, where survival carries a cost

The bracelet is not a weapon or a protection. It is a choice that isn’t really a choice.

Rather than relying on jump scares or constant action, the horror here builds through atmosphere, dread, and the feeling of being slowly claimed by something that has been waiting far longer than you have been alive.

I’m sharing this for readers who enjoy dark fantasy, psychological horror, and stories that linger — especially those where the scariest moments happen quietly, inside the mind.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-bracelet-that-called-elowen

dark fantasy horror, psychological horror fiction, cursed object story, nightmare horror, atmospheric dark fantasy, literary horror, slow burn horror, supernatural dread, horror novelette

I want to share a toxic love novelette I published on Itch.io for readers interested in psychologically complex relationships and emotionally honest storytelling.

Rose and Red is a character-driven novelette that explores how love can become harmful when it grows out of unresolved trauma, fear, and emotional dependency.

What begins as safety and understanding slowly turns into control, jealousy, and quiet emotional damage. Neither character sets out to hurt the other — but both mistake intensity for love, and closeness for healing.

This story is not about romance as comfort or fantasy. It is about how trauma can disguise itself as intimacy.

Rose is trying to rebuild herself after emotional harm. Red is unraveling under fear of abandonment and loss. Together, they form a bond that feels protective at first — then gradually becomes suffocating.

There are no villains here. Only two people carrying pain they don’t know how to release.

This novelette focuses on:

toxic attachment and emotional dependence

love shaped by fear rather than trust

blurred boundaries and quiet manipulation

trauma-informed, character-first storytelling

I’m sharing this here for readers who are interested in darker relationship narratives and stories that examine uncomfortable emotional truths rather than idealized romance.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/rose-and-red

I wanted to share a research-based nonfiction work I published on Itch.io for readers interested in mythology, psychology, and symbolic interpretations of human transformation.

The Golden Flower: Ancient Myths and Modern Visions of Transformation explores why the image of a glowing golden flower appears across cultures and time — in Daoist inner alchemy, Buddhist and Hindu traditions, Greek mythology, and modern depth psychology.

Rather than treating the symbol as purely religious or purely psychological, this work brings together:

comparative mythological research

Jungian archetypal psychology

mystical symbolism

and a modern symbolic case study

At the center of the book is a single question: why does humanity repeatedly imagine transformation as a radiant flower?

The work argues that the golden flower is not a final achievement or mystical trophy, but a recurring process — a symbol of ongoing renewal, struggle, and inner change that belongs to ordinary human life, not just saints or heroes.

This book is written for readers who enjoy:

symbolic and comparative analysis

mythology across cultures

psychology and archetypes

reflective, research-driven nonfiction

I’m sharing it here for anyone interested in how ancient symbols continue to shape modern thought and inner experience, and I’d welcome thoughtful discussion or interpretation.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-golden-flower

I wanted to share a transformational fiction short story I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy quiet inner journeys, emotional growth, and metaphor-driven storytelling.

The Girl Who Learned to Fly Without Wings is a transformational fiction short story (4,805 words) about a girl who has spent her life staying small — not because she lacked strength, but because silence once felt like the safest way to survive.

This story isn’t about visible magic or literal flight. It’s about the moment a person realizes they are allowed to change.

Through subtle shifts, inner resistance, and emotional awakening, the story explores:

sensitivity as strength rather than weakness

silence as protection — and how to outgrow it

personal transformation without spectacle or violence

the quiet courage it takes to take up space

The “wings” in this story are invisible. They are felt before they are understood. The transformation happens slowly, inwardly, and on the character’s own terms.

I’m sharing this here for readers who enjoy reflective fiction, gentle coming-of-age themes, and stories where growth is internal rather than dramatic. I’d love to hear thoughts if it resonates with you.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-girl-who-learned-to-fly-without-wings

Read the full Healer of the Hollow Tree fantasy digital novelette here (PDF/EPUB): https://porshianowrin.itch.io/healer-of-the-hollow-tree

I wanted to share a fantasy novelette I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy emotional, nature-centered storytelling and slow, reflective journeys.

Healer of the Hollow Tree follows a young girl who survives the destruction of her village and hides inside the hollow of an ancient tree. Alone in the forest, she learns how to listen — to roots, wind, animals, and her own grief. Over time, the forest becomes her shelter, her teacher, and the place where she slowly heals and grows into someone new.

This fantasy novelette focuses on:

survival without violence

grief, trauma, and quiet resilience

nature as witness, shelter, and guide

healing as something learned slowly, not magically

It’s an atmospheric, character-driven fantasy meant for readers who prefer emotional depth over action-heavy plots, and stories where strength is found in care rather than force.

I’m shared it here for readers who enjoy reflective fantasy, and I’d genuinely love thoughts or discussion if it resonates with you.

Thoughtfully constructed anthology. The focus on character history and atmosphere comes through clearly.

I wanted to share a free short fantasy story I published on Itch.io for readers who enjoy symbolic worlds, quiet magic, and metaphor-driven storytelling.

The Paperworld takes place in a fragile world where everything — people, trees, rivers, and even memories — is made of paper and ink. When the sky begins to tear and stories start fading, a girl named Lysa discovers a blank page in her book — the first the world has seen in centuries. To stop reality from unraveling, she must write a truth strong enough to hold the world together.

This is a short, self-contained story that focuses on:

surreal and symbolic worldbuilding

stories as memory and identity

quiet emotional stakes

a soft, literary fantasy tone

The story is free to read, and I’m sharing it here for anyone who enjoys reflective fantasy or metaphor-based fiction. I’d love to hear thoughts or interpretations if it resonates with you.

Itch.io page (free): 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-paperworld

I wanted to share a fantasy romance novelette I released on Itch.io for readers who enjoy fairytale-style magic, emotional journeys, and slow-burn romance.

The Cursed Boat Prince follows Clara, a dream-guided girl who crosses enchanted forests and cursed waters to find her missing father. Along the way, she discovers a prince trapped in the form of a small wooden boat — cursed by a witch and drifting in silence for years. To save her father, she must help break the prince’s curse, even as an unexpected bond begins to form between them.

This is a complete premium novelette (PDF & EPUB) and focuses on:

soft fairytale fantasy

emotional connection before romance

dream magic, curses, and mythic creatures

a gentle but high-stakes journey

I’m sharing it here for readers who enjoy emotional fantasy romance, and I’d genuinely love discussion or thoughts if this kind of story appeals to you.

Itch.io page: 👉 https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-cursed-boat-prince-premium-edition

I’ve just released a new psychological horror story on Itch.io.

The Boy Turning Into a Cockroach is a metaphor-driven story about fear, silence, and the way a child adapts when survival means becoming unseen.

Available now as a Premium edition: https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-boy-turning-into-a-cockroach

Thank you for reading.

I’ve just released a new fantasy romance novelette on Itch.io.

The Soul Who Loved Me is a quiet, metaphysical love story about hearing a voice from between worlds and the soul that chooses to stay.

Available now as a Premium edition: https://porshianowrin.itch.io/the-soul-who-loved-me

Thank you for reading.