Stand in the horror aisle of any 90s video store.
Hulking shadows on VHS covers. Raw, primal imagery that made parents nervous. Stories that critics dismissed as “low brow” but held a magnificent truth:
Some tales aren’t meant to be respectable.
After 20 years in healthcare and tech, I finally understand what those “unambitious” horror stories got right. They weren’t trying to be tastemakers. They weren’t chasing critical acclaim. They were simply telling human stories about human things, embracing their bold weirdness without apology.
That’s exactly what drove me to create “The Lesser Evil.”
In one of Constantinople’s grandest mansion, a noble youth’s world is about to shatter. Not because I’m trying to make some elaborate artistic statement. But because sometimes the most honest stories are the ones that make the critics uncomfortable.
→ Warning: This story leaves scars
In 13 wordless pages, you’ll witness what happens when:
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Paradise burns in marble halls.
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A privileged life meets raw truth.
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Innocence confronts the unthinkable.
Like those old horror films that dared to show teenagers as they really were – not as morality tales, but as honest reflections of human nature – this story doesn’t care about being “elevated.”
It simply needs to be told.
Already, readers are calling it “hella cinematic” and “makes me want to turn the page.”
Each copy includes-as a bonus– something I’ve never shared before: a 16-page prose story revealing the forbidden secret that set everything in motion. A secret that proves sometimes the most powerful stories are the ones that don’t try to be respectable.
→ Enter the story they don’t want you to read
Best,
Wes
P.S. Fair warning: If you’re looking for “elevated” storytelling that will impress at literary gatherings, look elsewhere. This story strips away comfortable lies about human nature. What you’ll discover in these pages can’t be unseen.
