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 Faded FrontierChapter One Lester Layton’s hands were deep inside the airlock’s hydraulic seal, twisting the calibration bolt with a wrench that had been repaired three times. The smell hit him first, a sharp, metallic tang of ozone and old grease that coated the back of his throat. He was the maintenance chief, a title that meant he fixed the leaks while others debated the price of oxygen. Outside the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant JokeAct I Concepcion Bermudez stood before the Inquisitor, his knuckles white against the edge of the oak desk, demanding the release of his brother while the air hummed with the uncanny property of ink that binds truth to skin. He was thirty-two, a scribe whose hands were stained permanently violet from the reed pens he used to copy parish records, and he believed his cleverness would outmaneuver...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded GuestThe dust in the workshop did not merely settle; it hung suspended in the slanting afternoon light, a fine, gray mist that coated the lungs and the conscience alike. Elias Thorne stood before the workbench, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the single-pane windows but from the terrible, aching weight of the ledger he had just closed. The numbers were final, a stark...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant NightmareChioma Yaro’s hands were black to the wrist, the ink from the rejection notice soaking into the creases of her knuckles as she scrubbed them in the basin outside the High Court. The water ran red, not from blood, but from the rusted pipes that groaned under the weight of the sea fret, a dense fog that erased the mangrove shore and swallowed the town whole. She was thirty-four, and the debt for...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded RootChapter One I am looking back now from the wet cold of the cellar, where the water has risen to my ankles and the silence is so heavy it presses against my eardrums. It is strange to remember the heat of the surface, that endless, sun-bleached glare of the sugar cane rows stretching out like hillsides of polytunnel plastic, a heat that never broke, a heat that had no night to offer relief. I...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant AffairAct I Helmut Schwarz, a thirty-four-year-old border patrol officer, woke with the taste of iron dust in his mouth and the distinct, heavy pressure of a dream that refused to let go of the stone wall. He wanted the promotion that would clear his berth mortgage, which meant catching the smuggler who had been slipping goods across the northern ridge for three months, a task that had become the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale FractureTeresa Trapani, thirty-four years old and senior enforcement officer for the Ministry of Aesthetic Compliance, stood in the dust of the Old Quarter with the taste of iron and dry chalk on her tongue, knowing that the final promotion was hers if she could only sign the demolition order before the sun set. The air smelled of burnt timber and the old, sour rot of the harbor custom house, a scent...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden SongWhat does a man do when the body he has protected finally turns against him? Act I Sijbrand Zeeman stood in the doorway of the workshop loft, the damp cold of the polder seeping through his wool coat. He was fifty-two, a veteran officer whose hands trembled with a rhythm that no amount of coffee could still. The light was...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded FrequencyThe letter lies on the table, its paper thin as onion skin, the ink faded to a bruised purple. You read the date three times, checking the calendar pinned to the wall where the plaster has flaked away to reveal the dark wood beneath. It is November. Your lease on the monastery cell expires in six days. The silence from Julian has lasted for three weeks, a void that presses against your eardrums...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek