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About Us

Hello — Collectively, we are the voices behind The Story Nexus (StoryNexus.co). We often exclaim that we are born storytellers, weaving together threads of sci-fi, horror, adventure, YA, and memoir into worlds our readers can lose themselves in.

Our individual journeys into storytelling began as scriptwriters, authors, content creators, publicists, manuscript writers, and spec article writers, crafting characters and scenes for the screen. But let's back up a second -- some of us knew we wanted to be writers as far back as third grade. 

Some even remember the exact moment we said, "I want to be a writer."

Over time, our group's experiences expanded into publishing, turning scripts into narrative form and releasing self-published works. The Story Nexus is the culmination: a home where all those stories converge.

And you can benefit from our distracted attention spans...for free.

We believe every tale matters — from a chilling ghost whisper to a young hero chasing stars — and that stories have the power to heal, to transport, to challenge, to take us away from the things that hurt, and to connect us to the people who heal our souls.

We've lived on both coasts, New York and California, in the city and in suburban areas, but our favorite moments are late at night, typing under the hum of a single fluorescent lamp, dreaming up new worlds, and bringing them into existence with our words.

When we aren't writing, you’ll find us:

  • exploring sci-fi and horror genres,

  • gathering my ideas for a TV series or a Netflix special,

  • reading speculative fiction or memoirs,

  • interacting with other writers and readers,

  • plotting ideas for the next Story Nexus drop.

We’d love to hear from you — feedback, thoughts, or just what kind of story you want next. Let’s build this world together.

— The Story Nexus Team

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