CFDaltonStories

Strange, dark, and Southern. Five minutes if you want the whole tale. Sixty seconds if you only want the wound.
I’m C.F. Dalton. I write from middle Georgia—Milledgeville country, red clay, pine, old churches, and the kind of heat that makes a lie sweat. I’m a disabled veteran. The body does not always cooperate. The stories still do.
These are original Southern Gothic shorts: family secrets, bad ground, grace that arrives too late, and things that should have stayed buried. No AI narrator. No factory voice. Just a man in a chair telling you what happened.
If a clip catches you, the full story is on the channel. If the full story catches you, the books are in the description.
Sit down. This won’t take long.