0 Comments
0 Shares
1 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Golden CellarI woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The cellar was dark. It was always dark. I stood in the center of the room, my shoes sinking into the damp earth, and I waited for the light to fail. Dr. Elias Thorne stood by the door. He did not look at me. He looked at the wall. He held a lantern, but he had not lit it. The shadow of the lantern fell across his face, splitting his expression into...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden DowntownThe dream always begins with the smell of wet wool and coal dust. I am standing in a corridor that stretches infinitely, the walls lined with dark oak paneling that sweats condensation. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of fear. In my hand, I hold a brass badge, its surface etched with the seal of the city, but the metal feels warm to the touch, almost...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden VisitThe coat was red. It hung on the hook by the door, a splash of crimson in the grey hallway. Margaret stared at it. It had been there for three days. She had hung it there on Tuesday. She had not taken it off since. The office was quiet. The heating system hummed a low, droning note that vibrated in her teeth. Outside, the city moved in a blur of rain and steel. Inside, the fluorescent lights...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful MirrorThe brass surface of the mirror is gone, worn away by a hundred years of thumbs and tears, leaving only a dull, clouded skin that smells faintly of copper and old rain, and you hold it in your hands as if it were a live thing, a bird with its wings folded tight against its ribs, because you know that if you stop moving, if you stop walking, the fog will come back and you will be nothing but a...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale AltarIt was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the kind of grey, wet day that seeps into the marrow and turns the air into a thick, cold soup, when Professor Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the lecture hall at St. Jude’s Academy for Advanced Linguistics and felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle with a fear that was not his own. The room was silent, a heavy, suffocating silence that...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden OathThe first thing I noticed was not the smell of the burning, but the sound of the wind changing its mind. It had been blowing steadily from the west all morning, carrying the dry, dusty scent of the university campus where we had spent our lives in quiet, comfortable exile. Then, without warning, it shifted. The air grew heavy, thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the deep, earthy rot of...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale BridgeThe dream was not of the bridge, but of the hand. It was a pale, elongated thing, suspended in a void of static gray, the fingers splayed wide as if trying to catch rain that had not fallen. Margot Wren woke with the sensation still clinging to her skin, a phantom pressure against the back of her own right palm. She sat up in the narrow bed of her staff quarters, the air thick with the smell of...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden VisitThe rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the ivy choking the walls of the estate house, blurring the line between the garden and the world beyond the fence. Inside the pantry, a space so small it felt less like a room and more like a throat waiting to swallow, Silas Vane stood with his back against the cold stone. He was a man carved from the same hard,...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden MythThe rain hammers the corrugated tin of the barricade. You are tired. Your bones ache with a deep, structural fatigue that sleep cannot fix. You stand in the dark, holding a rifle that feels heavier than it did this morning. The city around you is a grid of wet concrete and shattered glass. It is a place of noise and hunger. You are a keeper of order in a place that has forgotten what order...0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek