This is something I wrote today. It's not anything like a story, really, but I figured I'd post it for the sake of feeling I'd accomplished something, and in case any of your phantom folks want to tell me if it looks like there's something worth pursuing here.

Black Book

He who knew the secrets of the Trapdoor Lover kept his notes in a little black book. In it he wrote what were not so much clues as a record of his quest—a diary-in-code of his pursuit of Erik. A pursuit even he did not know the purpose of. He knew, had cataloged, nearly everything else. Only one piece eluded him. The piece Erik himself would have considered the only essential, though until now the Persian had paid her little mind.

The girl.
( he was not that devout )