My name is Doug Woods. I write stories.
Short ones, mostly. Stories that sit in the ordinary and wait for something stranger to arrive. Folk tales retold in modern rooms. Personal memories that refuse to behave like memories should. Prose that tries to say, quietly, what cannot quite be said directly.
I have always been drawn to the dark edge of things — not darkness for its own sake, but the particular atmosphere that gathers when something familiar starts to feel slightly wrong. Or slightly right, in a way you weren’t expecting.
The stories here are about that feeling. They are about people in ordinary situations who find themselves, somehow, at the threshold of something else. Sometimes they cross it. Sometimes they don’t.
I hope you find something here that stays with you.
Doug Woods writes from England. This site is his.
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