Matthew White

Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature
2026-06-03 01:20:16 -

The map came from a man named Frankie who was dying of something that had nothing to do with the war and everything to do with the city.
Mickey Donnelly met him in a bar on Sunset Boulevard that smelled of stale beer and regret. Frankie was small and sharp and sweating, his eyes bright with a fever that was eating him from the inside out. He pulled the map from his jacket with a hand that shook like a leaf and laid it on the table between them. "Gold," he said. "San Gabriels. Smuggled out of Shanghai during the war. Black...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature
2026-06-08 22:50:14 -

The first time it happened, Dr. Silas Mercer told himself it was fatigue.
The first time it happened, Dr. Silas Mercer told himself it was fatigue. He was sitting in his office at Massachusetts General, conducting a routine session with a Vietnam veteran named Frank who had been coming to see him for eight months. Frank was describing a patrol through the jungle, the heat, the sound of insects, the feeling of being watched. Silas listened with the practiced...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Food
2026-05-31 17:39:48 -

The Pattern of Forgotten Things
The machine in the corner was a copy of something larger. Project Dragon had not started in the concrete facility behind the junkyard. It had started at a base in Nevada, a sprawling complex of buildings and antennas and personnel who believed they were building the future of surveillance. The concrete facility was not the original. It was a test unit, a smaller version built to validate the...

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2026-06-09 06:08:32 -

The Keeper of Meridian Studio
The trumpet on the record player was brass and tired, its mouthpiece worn smooth by a thousand nights of someone else's music. But when Ella Johnson placed her hand on the horn and felt the vibration travel up her arm, she could still hear it—the note that lived inside the metal, waiting to be released. It was 1924, and Harlem was a city within a city, a place where Black Americans had come to...

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2026-06-05 23:09:59 -

The Body Rejects What It Cannot Assimilate
The door to General Harrington's office was closed. Eleanor Whitmore stood in the corridor of the Pentagon's eastern wing, her hand halfway raised to knock, Seraphina perched on her left arm in a silence that was unusual for the falcon. The peregrine tilted her head toward the door and let out a low, questioning sound—not a cry, not a call, but something in between, something that Eleanor had...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Jeux
2026-06-01 05:34:14 -

The Rusty Glimmer
I worked in materials science at Wayne State, which means I spent my days watching people with more money than sense ask me why their funding wasn't producing miracles. I am Dave Kowalski, thirty-four years old, hair thinning in the exact pattern of my father's, living in a apartment in Highland Park where the heat kicks on at irregular intervals and the water tastes like copper if you wait...

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2026-06-04 10:44:43 -

THE QUIET END
Frank O'Malley woke at six in the morning. It was not an alarm clock that woke him. It was the habit of waking at six, established twelve years ago in a base camp in the Ho Chi Minh Trail and never broken, even after he broke everything else. He lay in the dark. The apartment was small—one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen that was really just a corner with a stove and a refrigerator the size of...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Jeux
2026-06-01 23:33:23 -

THE GLASS EYE OF GOD
The laboratory smelled of ozone and old books and something else—something Silas could not name, something that lived just beyond the edges of language, in the space between one word and the next. Lucie Meyer stood in the doorway and felt it immediately: a pressure in her head, not pain but pressure, like the feeling you get on a mountain or in an elevator that drops too fast. The air in the...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature
2026-06-02 22:24:51 -

Old Iron
I The fish were getting harder to find. Lester Duval knew this. Nobody in the neighborhood knew it better than he did, because he was the one who had to go out on the river every morning and come back with less and less each time. He was a mechanic, technically. But his skills were average, the kind of man who could fix a boat engine if you had the right parts and enough time, and who spent...

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2026-06-05 20:15:50 -

The Glass Cage of Fifth Avenue
Her wedding dress was blue, like the Hudson in winter. The morning of the departure, Isabella woke before the housekeeper could begin her rounds. The Winthrop townhouse on Fifth Avenue was still in that hour when everything is false and honest at once—the rooms look like themselves only because the shadows have not yet been drawn back. She dressed in the simple black skirt and white blouse she...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature
2026-06-07 02:08:23 -

The Inherited Debt
(V-14: Southern Gothic) The air in Louisiana was a thick, suffocating blanket of jasmine and rot, a humidity that felt like a physical weight upon the shoulders of anyone who dared to breathe. Clara sat on the porch of the plantation house, a structure that had once been the pride of the parish but was now a skeletal ruin of peeling white paint and sagging verandas. She was thirty-four years...

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Matthew White Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature
2026-06-07 20:50:40 -

The Quiet Destroyer
Frank Delaney was forty-two years old when the plant closed. He had worked there for eighteen years, on the assembly line at a car parts factory in Youngstown, Ohio, and he had never once thought about what would happen when the doors locked for the last time. The layoff notice came on a Monday. By Friday, his name had been removed from the employee directory, his badge had been deactivated,...

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