Category: Short Stories

Evelyn Harper stood rigid on the fog-laden cobblestones outside St. Jude’s, the cold Ravenwood mist clinging like a shroud. The funeral for Silas Blackwood, a man of eccentric collections and hushed rumours, had just concluded. Rain slicked the ancient stones beneath her worn boots. She wasn’t mourning Silas; she was hunting. Whispers of a ‘relic’… Read more

Aria Solaris adjusted her slender gloves, the neon glow of Nova Orbis reflecting in her piercing eyes. Fog, thick as synth-cotton, clung to the towering holographic structures, obscuring the city’s usual vibrant chaos. She wasn’t here for the spectacle. Her agile fingers danced across the holographic map projected from her wrist, tracing a path through… Read more

“The damp chill of Ravenwood’s graveyard clung to Emily Harper’s skin, a familiar, unwelcome weight. Rain slicked the worn granite headstones, and the mist, thick and foreboding, swallowed the edges of the ancient forest pressing in. She stood near the back, letting the drone of the eulogy wash over her, focused instead on the tense… Read more

Clara Bennett’s pale hands trembled slightly as she sorted through her father’s desk. The air in the Ashwood Manor study felt heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and the damp chill seeping in from the misty grounds. She didn’t want to be here, the house holding a deep-seated uneasiness for her, a counterpoint… Read more

The mist hung heavy over Ravenwood, thick as a shroud. Elena Thornton stepped from the train, her slender form stiff with a tension that had nothing to do with travel. Her piercing eyes immediately found the town’s looming landmark – the old clock tower. Its hands were frozen, stark against the swirling grey at exactly… Read more

Amelia Hartman traced the abstract pattern on the deep teal fabric of the dress laid out before her. Faceted shapes, half-feather, half-leaf, seemed to shift in the low light of the Ravenbrook cottage she’d rented. She was researching the town’s history, a painstaking process of cross-referencing dusty texts. This dress, inexplicably tucked into a box… Read more

“Aria Solaris adjusted her slender gloves, the neon glow of Nova Orbis reflecting in her piercing eyes. Fog, thick as synth-cotton, clung to the towering holographic structures, obscuring the city’s usual vibrant chaos. She wasn’t here for the spectacle. Her agile fingers danced across the holographic map projected from her wrist, tracing a path through… Read more

Emily Thatcher adjusted the collar of her coat, the damp air of Greyport clinging like a shroud. She hadn’t wanted to attend Everett’s funeral, not in this cursed town, but duty, a brittle thing, had pulled her here. As the last mourners dispersed, a sharp crack echoed from the mausoleum, too loud for settling stone.… Read more

Alex Mercer crouched in the dusty crawlspace, the hum of the city’s automated grid thrumming through the floor plates. His gaunt frame pressed against cold metal, piercing eyes scanning the data stream flickering across his stolen interface. He wasn’t supposed to be here, accessing Level 3 archives, but the whispers about old lies felt like… Read more

Jessica Collins adjusted the collar of her coat, the damp, cold fog clinging to her skin like a shroud. Below, fog-shrouded figures huddled near the town’s central square statue for the funeral service of old Mr. Abernathy. Ravenbrook always felt desolate, a place she felt negatively about, but today the oppressive mist amplifying the usual… Read more