N.B. Cross

Haunting stories from the edge of memory.

In the borderlands between dream and decay, N.B. Cross crafts moody, atmospheric fiction where silence lingers and shadows remember. From quiet horror to surreal suspense, these are stories that echo long after the final page.

Fiction from the quiet dark.

Welcome to the written edge of memory and shadow.

I'm N.B. Cross, author of stories that slip between the cracks, where towns decay quietly, time twists beneath the surface, and the uncanny feels eerily familiar. My work blends moody, atmospheric horror with literary storytelling, inspired by rural places, forgotten roads, and the slow fading of things once known.

If you like the quiet tension of David Lynch, the folkloric dread of Mariana Enríquez, or the strange comfort of getting lost in the woods, you're in the right place.

Take a look around. Stay a while. The trees are listening.

Why I Write

To explore the fragile edge between reality and the unknown... where silence speaks, and every shadow has a story.

What I Offer

Moody, literary fiction that lingers. Short stories and novels that haunt gently but cut deep. A reflection on our humanity.

Where I'm Headed

Building a body of work that invites readers to slow down, look closer, and find meaning in what’s left unsaid.

MY WORK

Stories That Linger

My fiction drifts through the quiet spaces between memory and myth. Each story is a glimpse into lives touched by mystery... subtle, unsettling, and emotionally real. From short story collections like Static Between the Trees to upcoming novels like Stonebound, I write to unearth what’s hidden beneath the surface, where silence holds more than it seems.

NOVEL

Stonebound

COLLECTED STORIES

Static Between the Trees

Stories unearthed from quiet places

I write fiction rooted in forgotten paths, strange silences, and the emotional traces we leave behind. Each tale unfolds slowly, literary, eerie, and deeply human.

RECURRING THEMES

  • Memory and its distortion
  • Isolation and connection
  • The weight of unspoken grief
  • Nature as witness and participant

Some stories echo louder after dark. Others wait in stillness, until you’re ready to hear them.

BLOG

From the Hollow

Reflections, fragments, and behind-the-scenes glimpses into the strange places stories come from. This is where I write about process, obsessions, moments that haunt me and what it means to write from the edges.