The Dim Hours

The dusty scent of old cedar mixed with forgotten spices at the annual estate sale. Everything here was faded, mismatched, and priced for quick liquidation—except for a tiny, intricately detailed figurine tucked into a chipped porcelain teacup.

Read the full short story: https://beejrcreations.com/blog/small-hoard

Dana had been walking past the vintage storefront for six weeks, allowing her gaze to settle on a pair of strikingly detailed boots displayed in the window. They were perfect, impractical, and impossible.

But this Tuesday, as she finally reached out to touch them, the synthetic leather felt strangely warm, almost vibrating against her fingertips—and the boots gave off a faint, cyclical pulse that seemed too deliberate to be mere decor.

Read the full short story: https://beejrcreations.com/blog/the-last-pair

(and yes, these boot dangle earrings are real — link's in the post ✨)

It was just another Tuesday afternoon. Ivy had perfected the art of being mildly inconvenienced—the kind of bored, brittle 'fine' that required a professional level of emotional performance. The only things adding to her carefully curated blandness were the pair of unsettlingly cheerful 3D-printed clown earrings she wore every day.

But when the ringing stopped—when her phone gave out a definitive, unnatural silence—the subtle weight of the clown earrings seemed to shift, vibrating slightly as if they suddenly held more than just plastic. They felt like permission slipping into existence.

Read the full short story: https://beejrcreations.com/blog/notifications-off

An ordinary Sunday. A diner parking lot. A pair of goofy 3D-printed cow earrings that everyone assumes are just an ironic accessory.

Then the sky changes color, the humming starts, and something up there realizes the earrings aren't decoration at all — they're a signal.

Read the full short story: https://beejrcreations.com/blog/tuned-crazy-cow-earrings-abduction-short-story

(and yes, the earrings are real — link's in the post 🛸)