Welcome to the stray edge of fiction.
This is not just a website.
This is a sanctuary for voices that refuse to whisper.
A hideout for ideas that don’t belong in the daylight.
A place where stories walk with a limp and smile with broken teeth.

This is not just a website.
This is a sanctuary for voices that refuse to whisper.
A hideout for ideas that don’t belong in the daylight.
A place where stories walk with a limp and smile with broken teeth.
Stray Dog Club is home to Alfa Nero and the worlds he creates — stories written in silence, dipped in noir, sharpened on the edge of paranoia.
Here, every page bleeds. Every character knows something they shouldn’t.
We are not here to comfort. We’re here to haunt.
We write for those who never stopped looking over their shoulder.
We publish for those who still check under the bed.
We speak for those who love the weight of truth — even when it cuts.
There are no banners here.
No manifestos. No instructions.
Just ink, shadow, and the occasional trace of blood.
This is your first step into our darkness.
Make it count.
Start exploring the club:
→ [Books] – The catalog of paranoia.
→ [The World] – Explore the living, breathing world behind the fiction.
→ [Filed Notes] – Scattered thoughts, creative noise, and field reports.
→ [IRC / Club Room] – A nod to the ghosts of the early internet.