Angela Collins

Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-27 13:18:09 -

The Ring Job
I. The rain in New York doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime wetter. I know, I've been drinking in it long enough to know. My name's Jack Morrell, and I was sitting in my office on West 43rd Street at half past two in the morning, staring at an empty whiskey bottle and wondering if I had enough change for a coffee when the door opened and he walked in. He was big. Not fat-big,...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Food
2026-06-26 18:35:02 -

The Cyclic Harvest
The dampness of Blackthorn Manor was a patient predator, a slow-motion flood that had spent three years eroding the boundaries of Edgar Moretti's soul. He lived in a room that was less a dwelling and more a petri dish, designed by Sir Arthur with a thickness of walls and narrowness of windows that suggested the incarceration of something dangerous, or perhaps the protection of something...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-13 14:53:00 -

The Simulation of Perfection
The city of Aethelgard was a masterpiece of harmony. There was no crime, no poverty, and no sadness. The architecture was a fluid blend of white marble and living greenery, and the citizens moved with a serene, synchronized grace. Everything was managed by 'The Core,' an AI of such profound empathy that it could anticipate a citizen's need before they even felt it. Elias was a Senior Auditor...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-14 12:18:47 -

The Bloom of Ruin
The Chateau de Valmont did not simply decay; it surrendered to the earth with a theatrical, agonizing slowness. In the heart of the French countryside, the manor stood as a skeletal monument to a lineage of decadence. Adrian, the last scion of the Valmonts, walked through the corridors where the air was thick with the scent of damp stone and something sickly sweet, like lilies left too long in...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-18 16:34:21 -

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The town had no name. It had no history. It only had a clock that ticked with a heavy, monotonous sound, a heartbeat for a place that had forgotten how to live. I was the man who came to collect the "Unwanteds," the ghosts of the system. The visitors had promised a paradise of equality, but only if the "Outliers" were removed. The Outliers were those who refused the gold, those who looked at...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Other
2026-06-12 12:49:13 -

The Bubble That Knew
ACT I The rust on Jax Morrison's left arm had developed its own ecosystem. Three hundred years of acid rain, micrometeorite pitting, and neglect had turned the old medical robot prosthetic into something more biological than mechanical. Patches of metallic lichen grew in the crevices between servos. Tiny crystalline structures, formed from minerals carried in the station's recycled water, had...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Spellen
2026-06-15 22:56:06 -

The Cat Who Knew
I. The General did not trust humans. He had learned this in the first winter, when he was a year old and still believed that the warm hand that appeared through the chain-link fence was an act of kindness rather than a test. The hand had offered food. The General had eaten. Then the door had opened and the vacuum had roared and he had learned that warmth and danger were often the same thing...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Other
2026-06-22 18:09:43 -

The Archivist of Dead Stars
In the year 2847, when death had become a choice and hunger a historical concept, Dr. Seraphina Vale made her living studying people who had suffered. Her title at the Solar Concord was meaningless to anyone outside her department: Senior Archivist, Meaning Acquisition Division. In practice, she was a professional mourner—a woman who spent her days reading the diaries of dead people from the...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-21 18:33:21 -

The View from the Dust
My name is Maya, and I live in the spaces the city forgot. I spend my days sifting through the mountains of discarded dreams—broken iPhones, torn silk dresses, and the half-eaten lunches of people who live in the towers of glass. To the people above, we are just the "Dust," the residue of a civilization that produces more than it can ever use. Then came the Man in Black. He didn't look like the...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-09 02:45:48 -

The Micro-Prison
The world was a smudge of grey and brown. Morris lived in a crawlspace between two rusted iron beams, in a city built from the discarded scraps of a world that had forgotten how to breathe. Here, in the Micro-Era, the sky was a ceiling of damp concrete, and the rain was a series of catastrophic floods that smelled of old oil and ozone. Morris was a scavenger. His job was to crawl through the...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Food
2026-06-13 09:15:14 -

The Broken Node
London in 1985 was a city of nodes and connections, and every node was either thriving or dying, with no middle ground, much like Luke Watson, fifteen years old and wearing the Watson Safety Band that his father's company manufactured, who existed in the East End of London as a node in a network that his father in New York could see only through data points, each one a measurement that told...

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Angela Collins toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-20 10:41:59 -

The Glass Horizon (Contemporary Romance)
The skyline of Singapore was a jagged, neon-lit promise of a future that belonged to everyone except the people who built it. For Julian, a high-frequency trader at a top-tier hedge fund, life was a series of algorithmic pulses—buy, sell, hedge, repeat. He lived in a penthouse of glass and chrome, a space so sterile it felt less like a home and more like a high-end gallery for a man who had...

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