
Neurodivergent writer with a background in theatre, a brain wired for emotional rhythm, and absolutely no ability to picture anything in my head (thanks, aphantasia). I don’t write in images—I write in feeling. My stories are immersive, strange, emotionally layered, and often shaped like stage plays, dream logic, or whispered secrets in a hallway.
I’m Duke Marjorie—my writing name when I’m building emotional stories and strange, lived-in worlds. I’m a neurodivergent writer with aphantasia, which means I can’t visualize scenes, but I feel them—deeply. I spent over a decade in Canadian theatre production. I didn’t learn from books—I learned from lights, silence, and how people shift before they speak. As a kid in the ’90s, reading and writing were hard. So I drew, stimmed, spun to music, and became the characters I imagined. Theatre showed me you don’t need to describe a story—you can embody it. That’s how I write now: through rhythm, dialogue, presence. I use AI to help me hear stories aloud, so I can translate emotion into something that lives on the page.
My work is for the feelers, the outliers, the ones systems overlook.

What Happened on Cato Neimoidia?
A love story. That’s what happened.
This is Dante’s Inferno if it ended in therapy and cuddling.This is an introduction to my original character Trix Bo Garrah from my original story set in Star Wars Universe, Star Wars: Seeds of Hope. Coming soon... after I out run disney's laywers.

Herein lies a modest selection of my narrative exertions—tales forged in emotional gall, philosophical debris, and occasional mushroom-light. Some are bound by galactic codes (Star Wars), others by ancestral roots (Mudroot), and a few have simply wandered here without explanation. Browse as one might peruse a scandal sheet: with curiosity, caution, and perhaps a glass of something strong.
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