Category: Short Stories

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

“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

Rain lashed against Evelyn’s black umbrella, mirroring the tears streaming down mourners’ faces. Not for grief, she noticed, but for the chill biting through Ravenwood Cemetery. She shifted, black coffee warming her gloved hands, observing. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The Gleaming Locket, placed beside the recently interred coffin – gone. Panic flared.… Read more

Emily Bennett sipped black coffee, the bitter liquid a stark contrast to the saccharine condolences offered around her. Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of Ravenswood Manor’s chapel, mirroring the tears, genuine or feigned, for Lord Harrington. But Emily’s perceptive eyes weren’t on the weeping mourners; they were fixed on the ornate, mysterious locket clutched… Read more

Rain lashed against Julia Thompson’s umbrella as she stood beside the freshly turned earth. Not tears, but professional curiosity sharpened her gaze. The funeral for Elias Thorne, Ravenswood’s reclusive historian, was sparsely attended, yet a chill beyond the November air permeated the small cemetery. As the last mourner dispersed into the mist-shrouded lanes, a raven… Read more

Rain lashed against Alex’s face as he pushed through the throng at the Ravenbrook cemetery. He wasn’t here to mourn. He adjusted his coat collar, eyes scanning the mourners gathered around the freshly turned earth. Old Man Hemlock’s funeral. But Hemlock’s secrets were what drew Alex, not his passing. As the eulogy droned on, a… Read more

Avery Sinclair gripped the data chip, its cool surface a stark contrast to her sweat-slicked hand. Fog, thick as synth-milk, clung to the glass dome of Nova Prime, blurring the sterile cityscape beyond. She was already moving, boots echoing on the polished plasteel floor of the relic chamber, when the alarm blared – a shrill,… Read more

Alex Mercer, slender and agile despite the bulky data-suit, traced glowing lines on the holographic map. Neo-Eden’s bio-luminescent skyscrapers pulsed outside the lab’s panoramic window, a familiar, comforting rhythm. Suddenly, the central platform beneath the ancient relic – a pulsating, obsidian monolith – flared with an unnatural orange light, alarms shrieking through the lab. Alex… Read more

Amelia traced the swirling ironwork of the Ravenswood gate, her gloved hand cold despite the autumn air. She wasn’t here for the funeral, not exactly. A whisper of a rumor, a missing ledger from the antique shop where her uncle used to work, had drawn her back to this perpetually misty town. The church bells… Read more

Aria Vega wrestled with the recalcitrant solar array panel, her slender frame agile against the vast, luminescent backdrop of Nova Station. Sparks spat from the junction box as she tightened a bolt, her scarred hand sure and swift. Then, the hum died. A silence, absolute and unnatural, swallowed the station’s rhythmic thrum. Every light flickered… Read more