Nagie Art and Literature World

Hi, my name is Nagie. I spend most of my time writing psychological horror, dystopian, and dark romantic fiction, but I enjoy reading, crafting, and playing video games.

I’m also learning how to draw, focusing on pen and ink, manga. Check out the art gallery or my current WIP series and the prequel about a middle aged man finding a sacred garden.

Thanks for dropping by. I appreciate you!

SHORT STORIES

  • Little Noise
    At my computer, I face the wall with my back to the door. My focus is entirely on my next project so the world around me seems to go silent except for this tiny little noise. It’s quick and sharp, like a pen dropping during the middle of a test. I turn my head… Continue reading Little Noise
  • Flashing Lights
    At a quarter to midnight, Daisy knocked on her brother’s door and waited with her ear against the wood for a response. It’s been a week since she last seen him step out of his room. The last time she did was his shadow as he rushed to the bathroom to remove days of… Continue reading Flashing Lights
  • Drained
    short story At first, I thought I was in between rem sleep and being awake, floating to that place my subconscious has built until winter’s kiss startles me. My eyelids rip apart and the sound of a muffled scream clears. My husband is calling out to me from above my head, but under my… Continue reading Drained

POETRY

  • Diary #1
    There’s a thought in my brain. I know that it’s there. On occasions, it comes front and center. Through the chaos of my daily activities, during moments where I simply stop moving, the thought comes. At the tip of my brain, it’s not words. It’s an action followed by realizations. Nothing matters, but then it… Continue reading Diary #1
  • I dream of
    I dream of golden cities Where my house is The largest tower above glistening Swimming pools and recently Watered tomatoes, watermelon And kale. Dark rooms with single windows Pale white creatures beckoning me To come outside with my newly Plucked fruit. Bridges that are built high Connecting one foggy city, Chicago, to New York. The… Continue reading I dream of
  • By My Side
    One day at a time You’re by my side In silence surrounded by so much noise on the outside From sunup to sundown I’ve gotten use to your presence. There’s no need for constant touches, but intimacy is what I crave. By my side, I rest under your light breathing. By my side, I ponder… Continue reading By My Side