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The Rust Belt ForgeMike found the metal in a pile of junk at the edge of town, next to a chain-link fence that had fallen over in the wind and a strip mall where the best tenant used to be a video store. It was sitting on top of a stack of rusted car doors and water heaters and a transmission case from a truck that had been dead since the Reagan administration. The metal was about the size of a brick and the...0 Comments 0 Shares 37 Views 0 Reviews
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The Traitor of OakhavenColonel Thomas Beauregard's face was the color of old whiskey. He sat at the head of the oak table in Oakhaven's command room, his fingers drumming a slow, nervous rhythm on the war map spread before him. The Confederate fortress—a converted cotton warehouse turned military stronghold—had been surrounded by Union forces for eleven days. Water was running low. The flour stores would last another...0 Comments 0 Shares 27 Views 0 Reviews
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The Tombstone of SpaceACT I The Earth cracked open like an overripe fruit, and Arthur Pendelton watched it happen through the stereo-cameras mounted on the hull of the Leviathan. He was no longer a man. He had been a man three weeks ago, when he stood in the Royal Observatory at Greenwich and told the assembled dignitaries of the British Empire, the Royal Society, and the United States that the Earth had seven days...0 Comments 0 Shares 46 Views 0 Reviews
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The Man Who Split in TwoThe trouble with dual personalities, I have found, is not that one is monstrous and the other virtuous—that is the fashion of the day—but that both are entirely, maddeningly human. One wants to kneel because society demands it; the other refuses to kneel because it suspects that kneeling, once begun, never truly ends. I write this as an observer, not as a participant. My name is Eleanor...0 Comments 0 Shares 66 Views 0 Reviews
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The House at the Edge of MemoryAct I: The Vision Thomas Wesley knew that what he was seeing was not real. He knew it the way a man knows the fire is not real when he is burning alive. The image came to him in the thick of an opium haze, rising from the brass pipe like smoke made into substance: a building, low and rectangular, situated on the banks of a wide and muddy river. The building had a single window on each side of...0 Comments 0 Shares 48 Views 0 Reviews
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The Ashes of PowerThe gavel cracked against the wooden bench like a gunshot, and Arthur Blackwood felt something shift inside his chest—not satisfaction, not remorse, but the cold recognition that he had just destroyed a man and gotten away with it. It was 1875, the Thames stank of coal and sewage, and the boy from the docks was learning how to wield the law the way his father had wielded a cargo hook: with...0 Comments 0 Shares 17 Views 0 Reviews
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The Surgeon of Bourbon StreetNew Orleans in the summer of 1954 was a city that sweated before you even stepped outside. The humidity clung to everything like a second skin, and the streets radiated heat even at night, the asphalt soft and sticky beneath your shoes. Dr. Julian Thibodeaux's clinic sat on a stretch of Bourbon Street that nobody put in guidebooks — between a jazz club that played until three in the morning and...0 Comments 0 Shares 33 Views 0 Reviews
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OTMES-v2 Code: M6/Mystery+AestheticM=[5,5,6,7,6,10,8,7,1,5] TI=80.0 θ=90° Mode=M6/Mystery+Aesthetic --- SAMPLE TEXT BEGINS BELOW --- ACT I: SETUP Victor Ashworth discovered beauty at the exact moment he decided he would no longer pursue it. This was, he suspected, the central paradox of his life — that every time he committed to a thing, it withered, and every time he renounced it, it bloomed with an almost obscene vitality. The...0 Comments 0 Shares 66 Views 0 Reviews
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The Number That Called Her SnakeChen Ming was nineteen when he started feeding the snake, and he had no idea he was feeding anything at all. The snake lived in a crack in the retaining wall of the small park between Mott Street and Canal Street—what the locals called the park and what the city maps called nothing. It was a narrow strip of concrete and three struggling trees and a bench that had seen better decades, sandwiched...0 Comments 0 Shares 52 Views 0 Reviews
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