Catherine Collins

Catherine Collins σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-07 13:02:28 -

The Loop of Rust
(V-14: Dirty Realism) Detroit was a city of red rust and grey skies. Leo lived in a trailer that smelled of old grease and cheap bourbon, surrounded by the skeletal remains of the automotive industry. He was a mechanic who could fix anything with a motor, but he couldn't fix the hole in his own life. Six months ago, Leo had woken up on a Tuesday. He had spent the day drinking, arguing with his...

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2026-05-31 09:23:11 -

ACT I
The Beauregard plantation looked like a dying animal: magnificent once, now skeletal, its ribs of white columns protruding through peeling paint like bone through rotting flesh. Elias Thorne stood at the gate and felt something he hadn't felt since Boston, something that was almost sympathy. He had come south as a Union intelligence officer, armed with maps and coded messages and a conviction...

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2026-05-31 05:02:06 -

The Patient from Below
Dr. Evelyn Blackwood had been treating soldiers for fourteen months when she began to suspect that the war was happening inside their heads. The facility was a converted country estate outside New Carthage, all white corridors and padded rooms and the faint smell of carbolic and iodine. It housed the military's most difficult cases: men and women who had been brought back from the front lines...

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Catherine Collins σε πρόσθεσε στο Dance
2026-06-08 06:52:11 -

Marnie Cole was thirty-four years old and she had never figured out what to do w
She worked at the Family Diner on Route 9 in a town called Harlan that had once been a coal mining town and was now a nothing town, which is the American dream if you think about it long enough. She worked the lunch shift, which meant she was on her feet from ten in the morning until six in the night, pouring coffee for men who looked at her legs and women who looked at her weight and nobody...

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Catherine Collins σε πρόσθεσε στο Dance
2026-05-29 21:49:43 -

The Gentleman's Prescription
The Gentleman's Prescription The fissure arrived on a Tuesday, between a luncheon at the Bishop's residence and a tea at Lady Pemberton's. Emily Ashworth discovered it not through the gentle warning of discomfort but through the violent, shocking certainty that something was terribly, mortally wrong. By evening, she could sit only on the edge of a chair, the way one sits during a confession,...

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Catherine Collins σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-03 15:28:03 -

The Survival Lottery
Manhattan in 2112 was a city of two worlds. Above the clouds floated the Aether-Spires, where the air was filtered and the wine was vintage. Below, in the "Sump," the rest of the population lived in a permanent twilight of smog and neon, fighting over scraps of synthetic protein. The crisis had arrived not as a bang, but as a decree. The "Ark" was coming—a fleet of ships capable of escaping the...

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2026-06-04 10:52:43 -

Ashes of the Wasteland
Ashes of the Wasteland The body was found behind a gas station off Route 62, the kind of place that had survived the collapse of the town by selling gas and lottery tickets and things you could not get anywhere else anymore. Maggie Hart found it on a morning that was no different from any other morning in this town: gray, cold, the sky pressed down low like a lid on a pot that had been boiling...

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Catherine Collins σε πρόσθεσε στο άλλο
2026-06-08 01:03:33 -

The Engine Beneath the Floor
The Engine Beneath the Floor Act I: The Spark The boiler had killed three men in November, and by February the mill was empty. Henry Mortwright stood in the spinning room for the last time, his hands resting on the iron railing that separated the catwalk from the machinery floor below. Twenty years he had worked this floor — twenty years of lint in his lungs, of earache from the roar of three...

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2026-05-31 09:09:49 -

The Ashen Heir - Postcolonial Gothic
The Ashen Heir - Postcolonial Gothic Batch 9 - Work ID 85833: The Ashen Heir Tensor: TI=7.0, M=[8.5, 2.0, 1.5, 9.0, 7.0, 7.5, 9.5, 8.0, 7.0, 9.5], theta=315.0° Act I The letter came on a Thursday, which in Trinidad is neither here nor there because the week moves the same way everywhere but the heat makes everything feel like it is moving through something thicker than air, and the letter...

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Catherine Collins σε πρόσθεσε στο Food
2026-06-08 18:13:14 -

The Keeper of the Glass House
The glass house stands on a hill overlooking the Connecticut River, and I have spent twenty years polishing its windows. My name is Martin Ashworth, and I am the third-generation headmaster of Ashworth Preparatory Academy, an institution my grandfather founded in 1892 under the delusion that educating the sons of industrialists would somehow make them less rapacious. The delusion has survived...

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2026-05-30 17:26:58 -

The Alchemist's Familiar
The heat in Georgia does not merely exist. It occupies. It moves through you like a slow tide, filling your lungs with magnolia and rot and the memory of rain that hasn't fallen in weeks. Eli Whitfield stood in the mill's drainage ditch and looked down at the white cat struggling in the mud. It had three tails, each torn and bleeding, and eyes that held the intelligence of something far older...

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2026-06-04 02:36:08 -

The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything clean. It just made the grime slicker, turned the dust on the sidewalk to a thin brown paste that tracked into every doorway and left every shoe print like a fingerprint.
Jack Morrison stood at his office window on the fourth floor of the building on Hill Street and watched the rain fall. The window didn't close all the way, and the water found its way in anyway, running down the sill and pooling on the desk where it mixed with old coffee rings and cigarette ash. Jack didn't bother wiping it up. Water on the desk was just one more thing he'd have to deal with...

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