short-story
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The Rainkeeper’s Bench
The drizzle had been steady all morning, painting the park in muted grays and silvers. Emily tied her hoodie tighter against the wind, her sneakers slapping softly against the wet pavement. As always, she passed the old man on the… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part II: A Chilling Revelation
That evening, Elliot sat cross-legged on the worn rug of his modest living room, the cardboard box of tapes at his side. A dim table lamp cast a pool of yellow light, leaving the corners of the room steeped in… Continue reading
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Nightmare In The Dance Hall
The old dance hall smelled faintly of lemon polish and mildew, its once-grand chandeliers now dimmed to an eerie, flickering glow. Emma adjusted her coat, the weight of her stethoscope still lingering on her shoulders despite leaving it at home.… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part I: The Discovery
Elliot Travers adjusted his glasses as he peered through the window of McCarthy’s Auction House, a weathered building on the edge of their sleepy Kansas town. The overcast sky outside threatened rain, a gray canvas that seemed to muffle sound… Continue reading
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The Polaroid Cottage
After the breakup, Ellie fled to the family cottage—a weathered shanty perched on a jagged cliff above the sea. The waves roared below, drowning out her thoughts, but she didn’t mind. She spent her days pacing the creaking floorboards, her… Continue reading
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The Promise Tree
The humid air clung to William’s skin as he trudged through the moonlit woods toward the old oak tree. Twenty years had passed since he’d last set foot in the sleepy Southern town, and the place felt as foreign as… Continue reading
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The Road Ends Here
The road slithered like a half-dead snake, its asphalt cracked and devoured by creeping vines. Mist hung low, muffling the world in damp gray, and the only sound was the crunch of tires on loose gravel. Emma stared out the… Continue reading
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part V – Epilogue: Love’s Eternal Echo
The first light of dawn crept into the great hall of Notre Dame, filtering through the stained glass windows and casting soft hues of gold and crimson across the stone floor. Lucien sat in the center of it all, cradling… Continue reading
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The Siren In His Dreams
The dream came every night, as inevitable as the tide. A melody—haunting and ethereal—coiled around the edges of his consciousness like mist over the waves. The fisherman, Jonas, would awaken to the phantom hum still vibrating in his ears, his… Continue reading
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The Poisoned Kiss – Part IV: The Breaking Point
Céline sat in the dim light of the library, her fingers tracing the worn edges of a leather-bound tome. The storm outside rattled the windows of the old Parisian manor, but she barely noticed. Her heart raced as she read… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 