0 Comments
0 Shares
0 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Pale PathThe rain did not fall; it was pressed down from a sky of bruised iron. It hammered the slate roof of the Holloway estate, a sound like knuckles rapping against a coffin lid. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old wood. Marguerite stood by the window. Her hands were white. Her fingernails were bitten to the quick. She watched the mist swallow the garden. The path was gone....0 Comments 0 Shares 25 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant CrownThe banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old sweat, a thick, cloying aroma that hung in the air like a shroud over the polished mahogany tables. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the white linen, trembling slightly as he watched the steam rise from his untouched plate. The crystal glasses caught the gaslight, fracturing the illumination into...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded ChronicleThe rain in Millhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the soot-stained sky and the weary faces of those who walked them. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the boarding house, watching the streetlights flicker to life against the encroaching dusk. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and boiled...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale FractureThe rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a persistent, gray veil that turned the world into a watercolor left out in a damp cellar, where the colors bled and lost their definition until all that remained was a uniform, suffocating mud. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the refectory hall, his back to the high arched windows which offered no view of the sky, only the reflection of...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded SutraThe iron gate was not merely closed; it was a wound in the stone, a jagged scar where the world outside had been cauterized away, and you stood on the threshold of it with your hands slick with the wet, cold reality of your own confinement, the air in the courtyard so thick with the scent of damp rot and old blood that it felt less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded FrequencyThe candle gutters. The wax pools like a frozen lake. Brother Thomas sits alone in the scriptorium. The night is cold. The wind howls against the shutters. He is copying the Psalms. His hand is steady. His mind is not. He thinks of his sister, Eleanor. She is dead. She has been dead for three years. But her voice is still here. It hums in the hollows of his chest. It is a low, mournful note. It...0 Comments 0 Shares 36 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden SuspectThe last train to the coast departed at four, and I stood on the platform with my single valise, watching the smokestacks of the textile mill belch grey plumes into the bruised twilight sky. The air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, a flavor that had seeped into the lining of my lungs over the decade I had served as the archivist for the town’s historical society. I was leaving, not because I...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful ThroneThe clock did not tick. It breathed. A slow, rhythmic exhalation of steam that filled the air of the Great Hall with the scent of ozone and old brass. Elias stood at the foot of the dais, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the mechanism before him. He was a man of sixty winters, his face a topography of deep lines carved by years of silence and service,...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful CampusThe fire started in the attic, or so the initial report claimed, but Elias knew better. He knew the smell of it before he saw the smoke, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat and made his eyes water. It was the scent of old paper meeting oxygen, of secrets burning bright and fast. The dormitory stood at the edge of the university grounds, a brick monolith that had seen a...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek