Sci Fi
The Morgue That Dreams
Author’s Note: This story is part of a haunted archive. RN #74 files dreams from the morgue, vending machines dispense second chances, and Lilo hands out candy to the living. Every image is ceremonial. Every glitch in time is a portal.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Fiction
RN #74: Vitals in the Veil
When the hospital closed Ward 7B, they said it was haunted. They weren’t wrong. RN #74 never clocked out. She walks the halls with Lilo, a five-year-old patient who died under her care. Together, they tend to the living and the dead administering ghost doses, dropping candy from vending machines, and filling trash cans with spectral sweets. This haunted letter is a dispatch from the veil, where care never ends and kindness still flickers in the dark.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Fiction
"Beyond the Screen"
Chapter 1 – The Story of Loneliness My name is Ethan Parker. I'm only 20 - but it feels like a 100 experience of my shoulder weight. I'm studying computer science at Westbrook College, and honestly, I don't have any friends. Laughter in the classroom hallways, loud conversations at the lunch table, weekend beats - everything happens right in front of me, but I stand like a wall. No one notices me, and I can't call anyone.
By Jay carterabout a year ago in Fiction
The Memory Sculptor
Silas’s workshop smelled of old wood, beeswax, and something else, something intangible: the scent of yesterday. He was a Memory Sculptor. He didn’t erase—that was a crude, dangerous art. He refined. He softened edges. He helped people carry their past without being crushed by it.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
