Alan Harris

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2026-06-06 18:54:20 -

Shadows of the Last Deal
The rain in Los Angeles always smelled like wet asphalt and bad decisions. Jack Morrison knew this because he had spent the last three nights sleeping in his car on a street that had no name, watching the rain turn the parking lot into a mirror that reflected nothing worth seeing. Three months ago, he had come home from the war with a clean discharge, a medal he did not want, and a girlfriend...

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2026-06-13 16:56:39 -

Sample V-11: The Gilded Game
The Upper East Side of Manhattan is not a neighborhood; it is a fortress of old money and newer, sharper ambitions. Adrian Sterling was the crown prince of this fortress, a man whose smile was as curated as his art collection and whose heart was a vault that no one had ever managed to crack. Then came Maya. Maya was a ghost from a world Adrian had forgotten—a girl from a broken home in the...

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2026-06-12 11:08:37 -

Sample V-03: The Neural Architect
(Sarah's active hunt for a cure in a fragmented New York) [Act I: The Outbreak] Sarah didn't wait for the sleep to take her; she triggered it. In her hidden lab in a converted Brooklyn warehouse, she injected a precise cocktail of neuro-inhibitors and stepped into the sensory deprivation tank. The transition was a violent jolt of static, and then she was there: the "Symmetric Plane." It was a...

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2026-06-13 16:39:21 -

Tuscan Dawn
Act 1: Setup The village of Montefioralle sat perched on a hill in Tuscany, a place where time seemed to move with the slow, golden rhythm of ripening grapes. Sarah arrived here as a ghost of her former self. A high-powered corporate lawyer from London, she had suffered a complete nervous breakdown that manifested as a violent, unrelenting insomnia. She could no longer function in the world of...

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2026-06-12 18:28:33 -

The Sentinel's Last Diary
Seventh day of November, 1740. My ancestor Richard Blackthorne made a bargain with something in the spaces between things. He was a man of science — an alchemist, though he would have called himself a natural philosopher — and he spent his nights in the stone tower on the Galway estate, running experiments with lenses and mirrors and distilled minerals until he found the recipe that would open...

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2026-06-12 12:55:11 -

The Last Knight of the Giants
The potion tasted of herbs and iron. Anselm swallowed it because the Abbot told him to, because the plague had taken a third of Christendom and the Church declared that God required humility, and humility, it seemed, meant becoming small. He drank. The liquid was bitter and hot. It burned going down and burned worse coming back up as he burped in the chapter house, surrounded by twelve other...

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2026-06-12 07:27:23 -

The Cat of Whispering Oaks
Whispering Oaks was a town that had forgotten why it existed. The cotton fields were overgrown. The main street had six businesses and three of them were closed. The cypress trees lined the roads like soldiers who had been dismissed but ordered to remain at their posts. Silas Beauregard lived in the big house at the end of Magnolia Lane. Nobody remembered when the house was built. Nobody...

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2026-06-15 13:26:07 -

V-03: The Concrete Jungle
(Urban Realism) The Bronx, 2026. P.S. 118 was less of a school and more of a holding cell. The walls were a mosaic of peeling lead paint and desperate graffiti. The "Outcasts" here weren't supernatural; they were the kids the system had chewed up and spat out—the traumatized, the neurodivergent, the ones whose "animal traits" were the jagged edges of survival instincts. Maya was a first-year...

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2026-06-12 04:22:08 -

Freefall
The decision to end the marriage was made on a Sunday in February, over tea. Not tea the way most people drink it—warm, comforting, something you hold in your hands on a cold morning. Tea the way Violet drank it: in a chipped mug from a thrift store, sitting on the couch in their Brooklyn apartment, watching the winter light move slowly across the floorboards. Julian sat across from her, his...

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2026-06-15 04:16:35 -

The Hub on Ben Jonson Road
The morning Patrick Molloy failed to appear at The Albion for his customary nine-o'clock cup of tea — Typhoo, two sugars, no milk, the bag left in until the liquid turned the colour of creosote — Maureen Rafferty knew something had shifted in the world. Paddy Molloy had occupied the same stool at the end of the bar every weekday morning since 1964, when the Krays still walked the Bethnal Green...

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2026-06-06 11:54:31 -

THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE
### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...

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2026-06-06 21:41:52 -

The Mirror Fleet
March 15, 2049 The rain hasn't stopped for three days. It drums against the window of my apartment like it's trying to get in, like the city itself is desperate to reach whatever's inside my head. I pour another whiskey and stare at the bottle. Three fingers. Not enough to make the memories go away, but enough to make them bearable. Three years have passed since the Mirror left Earth orbit....

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