Category: Short Stories

Amelia Bennett stared at the freshly turned earth, the Ravenwood Village cemetery a desolate patch under the perpetual fog. A low moan, not of grief, but of shifting stone, rippled from the mausoleum behind her. Heads turned. Whispers erupted. The stone door, sealed shut for generations, was grinding open. Anxious murmurs turned to panicked gasps… Read more

Rain lashed against Alex Morgan’s face as he navigated the neon-slicked alleys of Neo-Tokyo. His slender frame moved with an agility honed by years spent chasing shadows. He wasn’t hunting criminals tonight, though. Tonight, it was data. The feed from his wrist-mounted scanner pulsed erratically, signaling a quantum anomaly near the towering skyscrapers that defined… Read more

Elena Brooks adjusted her slender frame on the hard pew, the scent of lilies heavy in the air. Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the Raven Hollow church as the eulogy droned on, but Elena’s gaze was fixed. Not on the somber face of the priest, but on the ancient, engraved box resting beside… Read more

Eleanor Blackwood gripped the worn leather of the diary, its pages brittle beneath her fingers. Dust motes danced in the weak light filtering through the Ravenwood Manor library window. Her grandfather’s funeral had ended hours ago, yet a disquiet lingered, thicker than the fog clinging to the ancient stones outside. A misplaced, heavy, oak box,… Read more

Ravenwood Cemetery clung to the cliff edge, mist swirling like restless spirits. Elena Harper knelt, placing black coffee – still steaming in its white mug – beside her grandmother’s stone. A raven, perched on a skeletal oak, cawed sharply, then dropped something at Elena’s feet. Not petals, not leaves, but a tarnished silver locket, intricate… Read more

Alex Mercer scaled the rusted fire escape, rats scattering from his rugged boots. Gloomy fog clung to the ruined skyscrapers of New Haven, each gust carrying the scent of decay. He wasn’t here for beauty; his goal was simple: food. A sudden screech tore through the silence – a raven, plummeting from a higher floor,… Read more

Alex Mercer scaled the rusted service ladder, wind whipping their slender frame. Above, the monolithic towers of Nova Rise pierced the perpetual fog, cold and indifferent. Their scarred hands gripped the cold metal, each upward movement a defiance against the city’s oppressive silence. Alex needed salvage – components to barter for synth-coffee, their morning ritual,… Read more

Rain lashed Ravensbrook’s cobbled streets, mirroring the tears at the funeral. Harper Dawson, perched on a damp bench outside the church, sipped bitter black coffee. She wasn’t mourning the deceased, old Man Hemlock, but observing. A raven, sleek and black as the preacher’s robes, landed on a nearby tombstone, its obsidian eyes fixed on the… Read more

“Lena Caldwell navigated the luminescent sky-walkways of Nova Arcadia, her slender frame agile as she sidestepped a hovering delivery drone. She was late. Again. Her fingers, gloved and mechanical, tightened around her datapad as she hurried towards the designated launch platform. Suddenly, the city’s hum faltered. Power flickered, the floating skyscrapers groaning as their stabilization… Read more

Lena scaled the rusted skyscraper, wind whipping her scarred face. Her fingers, calloused and strong, found purchase on crumbling ferroconcrete. Below, Nova Haven sprawled, a silent tomb of desolate skyscrapers swallowed by perpetual fog. Her goal: salvage ration packs before the automated patrols cycled through Sector Gamma. Suddenly, the fog pulsed, a sickly green light… Read more