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Infinite Stories
I am narratively gifted, deeply unwell, and powered exclusively by spite, insomnia, and unresolved trauma.
Come join me as I scream into the void.
The Canon™ (So Far)
(IS WHAT I’D SAY IF THEY WERE PUBLISHED)
Previews emotionally available now.
What if a photography twink and an emotionally repressed actor who hasn’t cried since Bush was in office fell in love, ruined each other, and then healed so hard you’d need four seasons to chart it?
Our Seasons in Monochrome is an enemies-to-lovers epic featuring:
Broken generational cycles
Survival after narcissistic family systems
Hot boys processing emotions poorly
Synopsis:
Ty Lee is doing his best to survive Hollywood. Broke, closeted, and estranged from his family, he’s one humiliating gig away from giving up his dream. When a fated run-in with Jay Anderson, a secretive photographer and reluctant scion of Hollywood royalty, leads to a disastrous photoshoot and an undeniable spark, Ty is drawn into a world of privilege, pressure, and possibility he’s never known.
But Jay isn’t just elusive; he’s emotionally dangerous, haunted by his own trauma, and suffocated by the legacy he never asked for. What starts as a collision of opposites — a golden child with everything to lose, and a scapegoat with nothing left — slowly transforms into something deeper and riskier: a love worth surviving for.
Our Seasons in Monochrome is a sweeping queer literary romance about trauma, healing, and the courage it takes to choose love even when everything seems stacked against it. With echoes of Normal People and A Little Life, this story asks: Can two broken people write a new ending together, or are they destined to repeat the sins of the past?
Basically: it’s tender. It’s toxic. It’s transcendent. It devoured my soul, then made it worth it.
Click to witness trauma bonding, codependency, and gay yearning so intense, it might qualify as performance art (well a preview of it, anyway).
If a man tried to psychologically dismantle your brother and Grand Theft Boyfriend him… would you sleep with him?
Unscripted: For when “don’t sleep with your brother’s manipulative nemesis” is more of a guideline than a rule.
An enemies-to-lovers-to-rivals-to-??? screenwriting rom-com featuring:
Sabotage as foreplay
Weaponized swim lessons
Meta chaos about the publishing & film industry
Emotional trauma dressed in tailored suits
The best damn ninjas vs. gladiators screenplay there will ever be (fight me)
Synopsis:
Robin Anderson is the discarded daughter of Hollywood’s most insufferable director, and the sister of Jay Anderson, who spent last winter publicly feuding with Dylan Royce after Dylan tried to Grand Theft Boyfriend him.
A year later, Dylan has accepted his supporting role in the drama. Sort of. Now he’s back for revenge, starting with sleeping with Jay’s sister. Already bad, but it gets worse when, afterwards, Robin lands an internship at Royce Productions, the same company Dylan was born to inherit.
What follows is a screenwriter rivalry romance where everything is a bit... until it isn’t, especially when the company announces a high-stakes, anonymous screenplay competition judged by none other than Dylan’s uncle.
As the competition heats up, so does their tension, but as Dylan starts showing up in ways that feel dangerously sincere, Robin has to ask: is this real? Or is Dylan once again rewriting the narrative?
Basically: it’s messy. It’s hilarious. It’s hot in the way shame is hot.
Read the preview and spiral.
Welcome to Eden, where the vibes are immaculate, the dreams are monetized, and the servers are on fire.
Moon: sexy, exhausted security guard for rich people’s digital fantasies.
Snake: cyber anarchist, possibly correct, definitely a menace.
Miro: just trying his best, poor sweet summer child.
It’s Cyberpunk: Edgerunners meets Sword Art Online, but everyone’s Korean, emotionally compromised, and dealing with at least three layers of daddy issues.
Also: there’s gay romance. For all you heathens out there.
Main themes:
Capitalism bad
War worse
Code sexy
Reality optional
(Actual) synopsis:
World War III left behind no victors. The great nations burned into oblivion, cities crumbled into myth, and an entire generation slipped through humanity’s collective memory. What remained of the old world responded by falling asleep and calling it peace.
From the ashes and radioactive ruin, Halcyon Global rose, offering humanity a second chance in Eden: a digital dreamscape where every aspect of reality is softened, curated, and sold. With the population pacified, the world was carefully rebuilt, and now, most people are content to sleep through their lives in paradise.
All except one.
Moon is an underpaid, overworked security guard for Halcyon Global. By day, he babysits dreaming executives. By night, he chases ghosts—specifically The Snake, a legendary hacker hellbent on taking Halcyon down.
But when The Snake starts sounding less like a terrorist and more like the only one telling the truth, and a young Halcyon engineer named Miro begins proving it, the lines between nightmare and reality start to blur.
This story leaves readers wondering, alongside Moon:
What does it mean to be human in a world where love, family, and identity have all been rewritten by code?
Read the preview to experience the funniest, most readable spiritual crisis of your wildest dreams.
Ashe Han is a software engineer by day, an author by night, and a traumatized Korean gremlin at all times. She was an unnervingly gifted child, a deeply mediocre teenager, and is now a high-functioning burnout adult fueled entirely by the looming threat of ancestral shame. Because heaven forbid she be a human person instead of a résumé with legs.
Fun Fact: She’s also a published researcher under her government name, co-authoring cybersecurity papers with IEEE. They’re extremely serious papers that somehow still contain an irresponsible number of ninja metaphors. Engineering professors, it turns out, will tolerate anything if you’re funny enough.
Why does she write?
Because something howls inside her if she doesn’t. She writes purely to keep the unholy beast within from clawing its way into the daylight. And for every kid who was told they were “too much,” “too weird,” “too emotional,” and decided to become a weaponized story instead.
In 2025, Ashe went full tragic poet mode and wrote three books while working and being in school full-time, sacrificing her sleep, hormones, and ability to perceive linear time in the process.
And they slap.
You’re welcome.
