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Looking for someone in specific? Stop right here and pick your poison. If you're looking for a particular series, whether in Chrysalis or out, you can find it here.

First, from within the walls of Chrysalis Falls -

The Pallbearer 

The Boy Named Nod

Wither The Vain

Rue

Speechless

The Isolated Cases

And from reaches far outside -

The March of the Red Dwarf

Before the walls were all the way up around Chrysalis Falls, the world had already decided the reign of humans had gone on long enough. These are from the last survivors of the fall of Detroit; those who witnessed the ancient forests reclaim ground as the Red Dwarf began it's final march.

The Pallbearer: The Barter System Part 2

Mercy Killing

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t really want to pull the trigger. Killing angels was starting to bore me. Particularly when they weren’t that angelic to begin with. This one was all quivering and shaking beneath the couple layers of bravado topsoil he had planted. Too bad I’d had plenty of time sifting through bullshit. “Cassie, could you just, I don’t know, break his legs or something?” “I’m better at pushing stuff and bursting internal organs.”

Low Hanging Fruit

Empty.

The street has run dry

of hungry monsters.

My feet are running.

Although I have not told them,

they know this cannot last.

The Boy Named Nod: Part 3 of Milk Carton

The Face on the Carton

Even as the Wrecking Crew lined up in front of me to face the onrushing tide of imps, I was looking at the three bullet holes I had made. They were in the chest of a lifeless imp whose tongue was lolling out. He was the first dead thing I had ever made. It felt different when it was you that did it, rather than infecting someone’s mind and letting a dream kill them. It wasn’t an entirely pleasant feeling. To tell the truth, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant either. It just was. I had killed something and it was lying on the floor and would not be getting back up again.

Speechless: Hunting Party 5

Divergence

I suppose it wasn’t the smartest thing to do but it seemed most honorable to tell Jack to his face that it was time to take his head. He didn’t seem surprised at all, either. He was just… thoughtful as we walked down the sewer tunnel. It had only been hours since dealing with Anne and Tobias but I’d been brooding about it ever since. Jack was the first to speak.

“You don’t want to wait until after the others are dealt with?”

The Fall of Detroit

And now for a taste from far outside the wall of Chrysalis, back when the walls were still on the rise and the world was already making ready to evict humanity.

The Fall of Detroit

I am curled

in the corner.

A blown wrapper, hiding

in an ice box

apartment.

Please, Patronize me.

After much fussing, hemming and hawing about the topic, Chrysalis Falls now has a Patreon campaign active! If you're so inclined to help continue funding weird serial fiction, head on over. And as the dashingly handsome man in the video will tell you, we'll even be bringing weirdos from outside the borders of Chrysalis to come and play... as long as we have your support. After all, Chrysalis Falls has never existed in a vacuum. It's only ever been made possible by you. I hope to provide you the kind of oddities that you never knew you cared to have in your life, and the closer I can get to making that my full time job, the happier I am. And it's you that makes it happen.

Thank you for that.