The Trees Grew Because I Bled There – Eight stories of literary dark fiction (Paperback)

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This collection moves through intimacy at its most fragile and its most dangerous. The stories are small in scope but relentless in effect, staying close to moments where love twists into something unrecognisable.

In The Trees Grew Because I Bled There, care becomes a site of unease. A woman’s thoughts darken as she looks after her infant niece. An online record of illness blurs confession and performance. A chance encounter in a park opens onto violence that cannot be undone. Elsewhere, a relationship tightens into something suffocating, driven by control and fear rather than affection.

The writing is spare and precise, allowing horror to emerge through implication and emotional pressure rather than spectacle. Grief, obsession, and trauma are examined without distance or comfort, their effects lingering long after each story ends. The Trees Grew Because I Bled There is a quiet, devastating exploration of what remains when harm takes root inside the most familiar bonds.