🌒The Burrington Curse: A Time-Bending Horror Series
A Journey Through Burrington
Welcome, traveler. The fog curls along the streets again. The lantern 🕯️ you carry trembles with each footfall. Burrington is awake tonight, and it remembers. Perhaps it has remembered you all along.
I am the Storyteller. I have walked these streets long before you arrived, and I will walk them with you until the town decides it has had enough of our presence. Step lightly, and keep your lantern close. For once you cross the threshold of Burrington, the town does not easily release its visitors.
🌙 The Town Square: Where Time Began
The center of Burrington is deceptively quiet. The buildings lean slightly, as if tired of holding their own weight. Shop windows display nothing but dust and shadow, yet they hint at lives that once lived here, a town brimming with small joys, whispered conversations, and the kind of grief that repeats until it becomes ritual.
It is here that the story begins. Here that the first book, Until Time Remembers 📖, waits for your eyes. You can find it on Amazon, but in this walk through Burrington, I offer more than a simple link. You will see the world as it unfolds inside its pages.
A healer once stolen.
A child who never stopped watching.
A girl trapped in a motel where the day never ends.
Each of these echoes through the square. You might hear them in the wind. You might see them reflected in the puddles along the cobblestones. And the town folds upon itself, carrying every forgotten memory like a stone tied to the ankle of anyone who dares to wander its streets.
This is Burrington’s first secret: it is alive, but only for those who listen.
🕰️ The Clocktower: Secrets Before the Clock Broke
Follow me up the steps to the clocktower. Its stone steps are slick with mist, and the air grows colder with each floor. Here lies Before the Clock Broke: Creating a Cursed World 📜, a behind-the-scenes look at Burrington before its story reached your hands.
The book waits on a dusty lectern, its cover worn by the fingers of the few who have glimpsed it. Inside, you will find:
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The three endings that nearly were, each a path Burrington could have taken if time had been more merciful.
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Maps and sketches of the town 🌳, including streets and alleys that never existed in our reality but thrived in the mind of the town’s first chronicler.
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The strange logic of broken time, explaining why days loop endlessly and why the past refuses to release its grip ⏳.
Even if you cannot touch the book, the tower will share a secret with you. Lean close to the pages, and you can hear the whispers of choices the town nearly made… and the ones it still regrets.
🍎 The Orchard Road: The Withering Orchard
Step away from the square, following the narrow dirt road lined with skeletal trees 🌳. This is the orchard, The Withering Orchard. Its branches twist like fingers, reaching not for the sky 🌫️, but for something lost long ago. The fruit has rotted for decades, yet the memory of sweetness lingers in the air.
Here, the story unfolds in two forms:
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The short story 📖, which you can read on MindsInDesign.com.
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The screenplay adaptation 🎭, also available online, which lets you see how Burrington’s shadows shift under a director’s eye: The Withering Orchard Screenplay.
The orchard does not simply rot. It remembers. Every fallen leaf 🍂 is a memory, every twisted branch a sorrow. Children once played here, whispering poems to the wind. Farmers once walked these rows, humming to keep time from slipping away. Now, it is haunted by echoes and by the stories you are about to read.
📚 The Library: Letters of the Forgotten
Turn down the alley past the orchard, and you will find the library. Its windows are dark, though you may glimpse candlelight flickering within. Open the creaking doors, and the smell of old paper and dust greets you. Inside, drawers are stuffed with letters and journals, some written centuries ago. Here is where Paper Ghosts: Echoes of Yesterday, Volume 2 ✉️ waits for your hands: Paper Ghosts: Echoes of Yesterday.
Within these letters are voices that should not be heard:
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A mother writing to a son who vanished among the trees 🍏.
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A merchant noting the disappearance of townspeople in the square 🪦.
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A student attempting to reach a friend outside the town, unsure if anyone will respond 📝.
Each letter hums with the tension of unfinished lives and whispered truths. They are windows into Burrington’s soul, fragments of a past that never truly fades.
🕷️ The Halloween Streets: Seasonal Hauntings
As October arrives, Burrington wears a different face 🎃. Lanterns light in windows where no one lives. Shadows stretch across alleyways, twisting into forms that do not belong. The town remembers its dead more keenly than its living, and those who wander near the orchard at this time may catch glimpses of horrors long past.
This Halloween, a special short story collection will appear, bringing new voices and ancient ghosts to the streets. You will walk through tales like:
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The Lantern Keeper’s Bargain, of a boy who must keep every candle lit or risk awakening what waits in the dark 🕯️.
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The House at the End of Stone Row, where every dare to enter becomes a permanent warning 🏚️.
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The Widow’s Harvest, the woman who collects fruit from the orchard, though the orchard never forgives her 🍎.
You may feel these stories brushing against your own world, as if the veil between Burrington and the living thins in October 🌫️.
⏳ Time’s Fracture: Book Two is Brewing
Even now, the town is not finished with its story. The Day That Broke Time is officially in progress. The curse that began in Beck’s hands in Until Time Remembers leaks beyond Burrington. Amber watches as the loops and fractures expand.
You may notice subtle changes in the streets as you read this post: a clock that skips an hour, a shadow that lingers too long. These are not illusions. They are the town reminding you that time here does not obey normal rules and it will not obey them in the next book either.
The manuscript grows heavier with each word, as though the town itself presses upon it, demanding that all stories be told.
🔮 The Past and Future of Burrington
While you wander the streets today, consider this: Burrington did not always look as it does now. There were harvests that fed the town 🌾, festivals that drew the countryside, laughter spilling from every doorway. But the curse arrived, quietly, and changed everything.
Hints of that past appear in sketches, letters, and fragments in the behind-the-scenes books. And the future? The clock waits for midnight it may never strike, The Moment That Ended Tomorrow and someone, somewhere, will uncover all the town’s secrets in The Town That Time Watched.
These are not merely books. They are glimpses into a town that exists in layers: past, present, future, all overlapping, all haunting.
🌐 Free Content: Step Closer Before You Enter
If you are hesitant to enter completely, Burrington is generous to those who approach carefully. On this blog, you can access free content that will let you step into the town:
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The first issue and second of The Clock Between Worlds 📝, the official newsletter.
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A free chapter of Until Time Remembers 📖.
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Sneak peeks into the town itself, including lore and behind-the-scenes glimpses 🔮.
Every corner you explore prepares you for the larger journey. You may even find clues to the stories yet to come if you read closely enough 👀.
💚 Supporting Burrington
For those who wish to see Burrington thrive, the Kickstarter campaign provides an opportunity 🕯️:
Backers receive:
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Alternate covers 🎨
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Audiobook editions 🎧
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Behind-the-scenes content 📜
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Early access to future short stories, letters, and the Halloween collection 🎃
Your support allows me to keep walking these streets, writing them as they unfold, and giving Burrington life beyond the page. Kickstarter
A Final Whisper
The lantern flickers. You may feel a cold breath against your neck ❄️. Burrington does not always allow its visitors to leave unmarked. And yet, there is healing here, in the memory of what was and the story of what endures.
You are welcome to step back into the town, to read its letters, and to wander its streets. But remember: the town remembers you, too. And it waits.
Until the clock tolls again,
The Storyteller of Burrington 🕰️
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