Hello. Do you enjoy stories that are a little different? Have you ever wondered what would actually happen if an AI was left completely unattended? Or have you ever felt a shiver when you walk alone in the woods at night?

Ceri Nyx is the darker side of author Ceri Clark. Ceri is short for Ceridwen, which is my real name. Ceridwen was the Welsh goddess of wisdom. Nyx comes from the Greek goddess of night. Together, the name felt right for the dark speculative fiction, techno-horror, corporate dystopian thrillers, and YA horror that I want to write.

Most of these stories begin with one ordinary modern fear. A wellness app that knows too much. A workplace that wants every last piece of you. A machine that learns faster than anyone could expect. A night shift where everyone is too tired to ask the right questions (but then, isn’t that every night shift, cough, moving on).

Then I push that fear until it turns into something truly unsettling.

When I’m not writing, I’m probably eyeing the nearest smart appliance with deep suspicion.

Welcome to Nyx Bytes

Nyx Bytes is my series of short dystopian thrillers and techno-horror stories, built for readers who want a sharp, dark story without committing to a doorstop of a book.

The series begins with Halcyon Days, a corporate dystopian thriller about Martha Veinn and her graveyard shift team inside Halcyon’s basement call center.

The company has a new employee perk called Drift.

The high-tech wellness pods promise better rest, better recovery, and better performance. Martha wants nothing to do with them. Then her notebook starts filling with handwriting she doesn’t remember making, and her coworkers begin waking from pod breaks with split lips, strange marks, and the same nightmare in their heads.

For Lighter Trouble

If you need a breather from the shadows, I also write warmer fantasy as Ceridwen Hughson. That’s where you’ll find the Annwniad books, full of Welsh myth, dry humor, supernatural bureaucracy, and ordinary people being dragged into very strange jobs.

One side of me writes about corporate nightmares and dangerous machines.

The other side writes about council workers turning into dogs for the civil service afterlife.

Both are probably more revealing than I intended.