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Episode 14: The Meeting Beneath the Ash
They called it neutral ground, but there’s no such thing anymore. The city library had burned down in the third month—flames and screams and paperback confetti—but the basement was still standing. So that’s where we met. Between the cracked pillars and the sleeping mold, beneath a banner that used to say SUMMER READING IS LIT!
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
TESTIMONY OF AN EYE-WITNESS BY VICTOR HUGO. AI-Generated.
In the days leading up to December 1, 1851, France was calm—too calm. Charras, a cautious man by nature, even unloaded his pistols. The idea of a coup seemed ridiculous. People laughed at the thought that Louis Bonaparte, the President, could ever destroy the Republic. After all, who would believe a man like him capable of such a massive betrayal?
By Ahsan ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Riverside Road - Part One
“Mr. Li, this letter appears to be the last words written by your late son, Hudson. We found it in your room, and it appears to be addressed to you.” Detective Williams produced a folded envelope and handed it across to the man dressed in mourning clothes beside him.
By Matthew Yuabout a year ago in Fiction
Starling
They think I'm stupid. That I'm just a kid. I'm not. They say, oh she thinks she knows everything. Well, I know more than I did last week. I learn. Fast. People don't notice the things you do until you stop. Like Ma. She used to knock on our doors in the morning. Open the curtains. Remind us to use the bathroom. We'd groan and try to hide under the covers and say five more minutes, because that's what you do. Then I used to come down for breakfast, and there it was. Juices poured, eggs boiled. I'm not an idiot. I didn't think it appeared by magic or anything. It was just what she did. When Isaiah moved in, I used to turn up at the table in the same camisole I slept in. I'd peek sideways to see if he was looking. Ma scowled and chased me back upstairs.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Episode 13: A Pet In The Garden
The first time they called her “it,” Marla said nothing. They were laughing, silver-mouthed and bright-eyed, lounging in the gardens of the fallen Capitol, dressed like gods from old paintings—if the gods had cheekbones sharp enough to slice bread and no shame about hunger. One of them—the girl with a voice like broken glass—tilted her head, smiled without warmth, and said, “Ant’s pet looks sad. Did he forget to feed it?”
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
The Red Masque
SYNOPSIS Ethan and Lyra Rivera were once a loving couple. Lyra is a celebrated soprano and Ethan a musician in her band. These young lovers who were only recently married have been hit by the worst tragedy they can imagine, the death of their beloved three-year-old son Mateo.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstonesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Red Casket
Synopsis Gabriel Enys is a junior solicitor from London. Still grieving from the death of his beloved mother he is sent by his employer to Bodmin Moor on a fateful assignment to recover the final will and testament of the newly deceased, eccentric and reclusive former occupant.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstonesabout a year ago in Fiction
