Welcome to my webzone. The name’s Crosstown Gate; I write stuff. Pardon the dust, this site is still a work in progress. Here is a list of my projects:


A rabbit on a pilgrimage; short stories and parables on the nature of violence and the search for wisdom.
(Complete)

A novella about a dark Knight, a beautiful Princess and the understanding between them.
(Complete)

Oneshots and other miscellaneous works. Also some poetry!
(Updates ????)


Latest Posts:

Metatext and Playdead’s INSIDE

I recently played the 2016 video game INSIDE and, after finishing, immediately scoured the internet for answers. What I found was mostly disappointing. So here are my thoughts! WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW

When the moon fell to earth

When the moon fell to earth many were surprised to find it no bigger than a garbage truck. It rotated slowly over Manhattan, emitting a dull, ominous hum, occasionally pausing over Central Park, or Fifth Avenue, seemingly intent on touring the entire city.

Village Daughter: Cup of Tea

Isa Kudo stood in the medicine hut and fumed. She had been called before Otako, great Medium of the village, who spoke for Artart.

Sidd’arak Learns to Breathe

One morning, as he sunned himself on his favourite rock, occasionally snapping at the bugs as they crawled along the roots of the mangrove trees, Sidd’arak realized that he was terribly, deathly bored.

Village Daughter

The people of the village often called Isa ‘willful’ and she took this as a mark of pride. To be willful was to be strong. But the villagers also meant it as a small jab towards Isa’s father, it was their way of suggesting he had been lax with her discipline.