Dreaming of Meadows
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Completed, First published Jun 07, 2026

This novel follows Charlie Gillespie as he navigates the anxieties of high school, drawn to Lila Adams but consistently overshadowed by Daisy Peters. The narrative also traces a separate, recurring dream life, where a nameless woman appears in idyllic meadows, fueling a hopeful longing despite knowing she’s already claimed. Meanwhile, another narrator grapples with conflicted feelings, drawn to a boy in a band even while committed to her boyfriend, Even. Friends Cassie and Daisy playfully tease her about these dreams, adding to her internal turmoil. These early chapters reveal a story steeped in unrequited interest and the complexities of teenage relationships.
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A creeping dread clings to the shadowed corners of Blackwood Manor, where Miss Mole, a woman steeped in quiet desperation, arrives as governess. The air is thick with unspoken histories, the very stones breathing with the weight of generations past. She finds herself not merely employed, but *absorbed* into the decaying grandeur, a fragile moth drawn to a flickering, dangerous flame. The manor’s isolation isn’t merely geographical; it’s a severance from the living world, a slow suffocation within velvet curtains and dust-motes dancing in perpetual twilight. Her charge, a pale child haunted by whispers, mirrors the manor’s own decaying beauty, and Miss Mole’s attempts to nurture life feel less like kindness and more like a futile struggle against the encroaching rot. The scent of jasmine and decay intertwine, mirroring the insidious blossoming of a love born from loneliness, a connection forged in the oppressive silence. But beneath the surface of polite society and veiled affections lurks a chilling awareness – a sense of being watched, not by prying eyes, but by the very fabric of the house itself. Every shadow holds a secret, every smile a carefully constructed facade, and Miss Mole discovers that Blackwood Manor doesn’t just *contain* secrets; it *feeds* on them, drawing its sustenance from the fractured souls within its walls. The narrative unravels like a moth-eaten tapestry, revealing a tapestry of obsession, loss, and a haunting question: will Miss Mole escape Blackwood’s embrace, or become another ghostly echo within its shadowed halls?