Category: Short Stories

The raven’s cry echoed through the fog-laden cemetery as Sarah Kendrick knelt, trowel in hand, loosening the soil around fresh graves. Not for mourning flowers, but for earth – a soil sample, specifically. Her boots sank slightly into the damp ground, each shovelful a gritty whisper against the silence of Ravenswood. She needed to know… Read more

“Not this time, rust-bucket,” Alex Sterling muttered, wrench slipping as she tightened a valve on the sputtering purifier. Toxic mist, thick as curdled milk, choked the air of New Horizon. Suddenly, the purifier coughed, then died, plunging her cramped workshop into near silence, save for the rhythmic drip of condensation from the leaky ceiling. Outside,… Read more

Rain lashed against Amelia’s umbrella as she pushed through the somber crowd. The Ravenbrook cemetery, perpetually shrouded in mist even on clear days, was suffocating under the oppressive fog. She adjusted her black gloves, her gaze sharp and observant, missing nothing. A raven, perched atop a tombstone, croaked a mournful sound, mirroring the air of… Read more

Amelia Grant, slender and sharp-eyed, traced the ornate carvings on the coffin. Dust motes danced in the weak light filtering through the stained-glass windows of Blackwood Manor’s chapel. Her gloved hand paused on a raven motif, a shiver tracing her pale skin despite the humid air. A gasp echoed from the front pews, followed by… Read more

Ava Montgomery traced the worn edges of the map, espresso cooling in her slim fingers. Fog, thick as a shroud, clung to Obsidian Harbor’s looming skyscrapers, each a skeletal finger pointing into the gloom. A raven’s caw pierced the industrial clang of the city, and a glint of metal landed beside her boot – a… Read more

Rain lashed against the canvas awning as Clara Bennett, black coffee steaming in her nimble hands, watched the coffin lowered. Not rain, fog condensed and heavy, clinging to Ravenwood Cemetery like a shroud. Her goal: observe, remember, understand. This funeral wasn’t just grief; it was a performance. A raven croaked overhead, a sharp, unsettling sound.… Read more

The Ferris wheel groaned, a metallic leviathan against the bruised twilight sky of Ashbourne’s annual Veridia Festival. Evelyn Hart, perched on a wobbly bench, nursed black coffee, her gaze sharp, missing nothing. Around her, revelers, oblivious to the subtle unease that prickled her skin, jostled and laughed. Then, a child’s thin wail sliced through the… Read more

Emma Parker navigated the fog-choked alleyways of Ravenwood, her slender frame agile as she scaled a crumbling brick wall. Her goal: bypass the locked gate barring access to the old district. A metallic click echoed – the lock she’d picked gave way. As she dropped to the other side, a raven screeched from a nearby… Read more

Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of Ravenwood Chapel as Alex Morgan gripped her coffee cup, the lukewarm liquid doing little to thaw the chill clinging to her bones. She watched the casket descend, the heavy thud echoing the hollowness in her chest. A hand touched her arm. Sam Thompson, his face etched with an… Read more

Elena Thorne, slender and sharp-eyed, navigated the fog-choked streets of Duskwell, tattered map clutched in her hand. The abandoned clock tower loomed, a skeletal finger against the bruised twilight sky. Her goal: find answers in this town that felt like a tomb. Reaching the tower’s base, she found the heavy oak door secured not by… Read more