Short Story
Vertigo at the Corporate Summit
Jenny was standing on a swivel chair trying to pin the new Financial Projection Chart banner on the conference wall when David called up to her. “So you think we’ll get this presentation chart finished in time before the Board of Directors get back from their golf trip?”
By Fathi Jalil9 months ago in Fiction
I’ll Explain This Later
I’ll explain this later—why I kept my coat on inside the house, why the room felt colder after you left than it ever did in winter. There was a reason, I tell myself, something orderly and sensible, but all I can remember now is the sound of the door closing and how the air seemed to rearrange itself afterward.
By Jhon smith9 months ago in Fiction
Syncope
The clinic looked like nothing. It had no windows, no signage, and no presence except the faint antiseptic tang that clung to your skin even after leaving. The walls inside glowed with a colorless intensity that didn’t register as light so much as pressure.
By Fatal Serendipity9 months ago in Fiction
The Birthday Party That Broke the Pattern
Introduction Some children collect toys or stickers. Sarah Peterson collects patterns. Numbers, letters, names, dates — if it fits, she notices it. If it matches, she loves it. And when her tenth birthday lands on the tenth day of the tenth month, she decides her celebration should be as perfectly arranged as the world she treasures. But even the most carefully planned day has room for surprise, and sometimes the unexpected guest is the one who changes everything.
By Margaret Minnicks9 months ago in Fiction
The 13th Floor Meeting
The building directory says twelve floors. It’s printed in brushed steel in the lobby. I’ve traced it with my finger while waiting for elevators more times than I can count. Floors 1 through 12. No skipped numbers. No maintenance levels. No penthouse.
By V-Ink Stories9 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Burning. Runner-Up in Nothing But Voices Challenge.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" "Beautiful? Are you blind? That is Blackwood Manor, Elias. This place is hell. We gotta go. Now." "Don't look at the smoke. Look at the color. See that blue streak right in the middle of the flame? Right by the window frame."
By Fathi Jalil9 months ago in Fiction









