Tannis_Rainey

Book 1 in the planned trilogy The Girl Who Sang to the Engine. In a parallel reality where humanity thrives on Ether-a mysterious energy derived from the alien element Anonium-progress comes at a hidden cost. Unbeknownst to society, their reliance on Ether awakens a cosmic Eldritch machine known only as the Engine, whose cryptic motives remain shrouded in static and whispers. 

Amid this unraveling world, two high school girls emerge as unlikely players in a cosmic game they don't yet understand. Rachel Harper, captain of her basketball team, discovers she has the ability to manipulate time-but each use leaves behind faint traces of static, distorting her reflection and eroding her sense of self. Her best friend, Emily Voss , foresees fragments of alternate lives-all ending tragically-and fears she's next. Together, they stumble upon clues linking their fates to the Engine, though neither understands why.

Haunted P.I.A. agent Elijah Carter arrives in Corwood, Tennessee, tasked with investigating reports of anomalies tied to the town's new reactor. A seasoned tracker with the rare ability to see residual echoes of paranormal events, Elijah quickly realizes he's dealing with something far beyond his usual assignments. 

Meanwhile, drug lord Dezerea Hernandez floods the streets with Gloom, a substance transforming users into static-ridden husks called Hollows to flush out a threat to humanity.

As Rachel grapples with her growing bond to the Engine, she risks losing herself to its cold logic. Meanwhile, Emily battles insomnia and visions of her own deaths, desperate to break free from fate's cruel grip. With the Engine's awakening imminent, humanity stands on the brink of collapse-or rebirth. But can two teenage girls rewrite fate before time runs out?

Warning: This book contains violence, psychologically disturbing images, heavy foreshadowing, red herrings, fourth wall breaks, and sexual content.

Static Bride

When I set out to write this story, I didn't expect to stumble into the void myself. But there it was—a vast, indifferent expanse that greeted me not with claws or teeth, but with zeroes and ones. No monsters lurked in its depths, only the hum of binary code, endless quantum paradoxes all the while rewriting itself. It wasn't hostile; it was eerily welcoming, as if inviting me to decode its secrets.

This realization shaped everything you're about to read. The void isn't some Lovecraftian abyss filled with eldritch horrors. It's something quieter, yet infinitely more unsettling: the static between channels, the flicker of a dying screen, the hum of machines processing realities beyond human comprehension. It's the feeling that we are all just data points in a system far larger than ourselves—and maybe, just maybe, we've always been.

If anything here resonates with you, consider it a ripple effect of my encounter. Maybe you'll see glimpses of the void too—in the cracks of your reflection, in the static on old radios, or in the moments when time seems to stutter. Or maybe you already have, and these words will feel like coming home. This isn't going to be the typical horror book you will find that uses jump scares, there is no boogeyman, no serial killer. The horror comes from within you. I understand that this may not be everyone's cup of tea. To stare into the void requires you wanting to confront some uncomfortable thoughts about one's own existence, religion and ego.

Either way, welcome. You're not alone and you have been warned.

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