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Welcome to Tides and Crimes

 

Welcome, and thank you for finding your way here.

Tides and Crimes is a space I’ve created to share my short stories — something I’ve been quietly writing for a long time, but have only recently found the confidence to place into the world. This blog is not about perfection, labels, or fitting neatly into one genre. It’s about stories.

Here you’ll find a mixture of fiction: mysteries, thoughtful pieces, children’s tales, and stories inspired by real places, real moments, and the questions that linger after them. Some are shaped by coastal landscapes and quiet corners; others wander much further afield. What they all have in common is a starting point in curiosity, imagination, or lived experience.

I’ll also occasionally share notes about where ideas come from — not to explain the stories, but to offer a glimpse into the moment that first sparked them.

This blog is very much a journey. New stories will appear as they’re written, and I hope that over time Tides and Crimes becomes a place people return to, whether for a moment of escape, reflection, or simple enjoyment.

If you choose to read along, you’re very welcome here.

David Baxter is a pen name used by Steve Duckworth for his fiction and storytelling.

— David Baxter

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