Short Story
Shane Murphy: The Plant Between Doors — A Bahamas Story. AI-Generated.
Fiction set in an imagined apartment building in the Bahamas. The characters, building and events are invented. The plant arrived between the two doors on a Tuesday, in a chipped blue pot balanced on a square of newspaper. Nobody claimed it. By Friday, a note had appeared beneath the saucer.
By Shane Murphy12 days ago in Fiction
Shane Murphy: Across, Then Down — A Cambridge Night-Shift Story. AI-Generated.
Fiction set in an imagined Cambridge office building. The characters and events are invented. At 2:17 in the morning, Bess found the crossword under a conference table, beside a crushed paper cup. She knew the time because the wall clock had stopped at 2:17 three weeks earlier, and everyone still looked at it.
By Shane Murphy12 days ago in Fiction
Shane Ian Murphy: What the Brass Remembered — A Cambridge Story. AI-Generated.
Fiction set in an imagined Cambridge watch-repair shop. The characters, shop and events are invented. The customer wanted three things: a new crystal, a working second hand, and a clean back. He placed the watch on a square of green felt and tapped the scratched inscription with one trimmed fingernail.
By Shane Murphy12 days ago in Fiction
Shane Ian Murphy: The Photograph Leda Did Not Take — A Cambridge Story. AI-Generated.
Fiction set around an imagined Cambridge market. The characters, photography group and exhibition are invented. Leda had promised herself one good photograph before the exhibition deadline. She had taken four hundred and eighty-three bad ones, although she preferred the word exploratory.
By Shane Murphy12 days ago in Fiction
Shane Murphy: The Letter Under the Till — A UK Seaside Story. AI-Generated.
Fiction set in an imagined seaside town in the UK. The characters and café are invented. The last unopened letter in the Seabell Café was addressed to THE PERSON WHO FINALLY GETS ROUND TO IT.
By Shane Murphy12 days ago in Fiction
The Notebook at the Last Stop. AI-Generated.
Fiction By the time Mara found the notebook, the bus had emptied and the driver was checking beneath the seats for gloves. It lay open beside the window, its elastic strap trailing across a page covered in small, careful handwriting.
By Shane Murphy13 days ago in Fiction
