Luke Roberts

Luke Roberts toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-09 22:05:38 -

Title: The Erasure of Silas
The city was a smudge of charcoal and rain, a place where the sky had forgotten the color blue. I lived in the seams of this gray world, a record-keeper for a clock that only ticked backward. My existence was a series of restarts. Every time the Great Bell tolled, my life would reset to the morning of my twentieth birthday. To the world, I was a ghost; to myself, I was a library of a thousand...

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2026-06-12 09:44:11 -

ACT I
The Beauregard plantation looked like a dying animal: magnificent once, now skeletal, its ribs of white columns protruding through peeling paint like bone through rotting flesh. Elias Thorne stood at the gate and felt something he hadn't felt since Boston, something that was almost sympathy. He had come south as a Union intelligence officer, armed with maps and coded messages and a conviction...

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2026-06-12 19:12:52 -

Sample V-09: The Echoes of Blackwood
(Style: Gothic) The manor was not a house; it was a memory that refused to die. Beatrice lived in the East Wing, where the wallpaper peeled like dead skin and the corridors seemed to stretch and contract according to the mood of the wind. The Sterling estate was a place of heavy velvet curtains and locked doors, where the only thing more oppressive than the silence was the weight of the...

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2026-06-04 01:02:39 -

THE DARK CIRCUIT
The radio in the break room had been broken for three weeks and Jack Murdock kept meaning to fix it and kept not meaning to fix it, which was typical of Jack Murdock—he kept meaning to do things and kept not doing them, which was how you ended up thirty-four years old, drafted into a war you didn't understand, fixing electrical equipment in a hole beneath the earth. "Come on, you old bitch," he...

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2026-06-11 20:55:08 -

The Chef's Secret
The rain fell on Chicago like it always did in November—steady, cold, and indifferent. Jack Malone sat in his apartment above a diner on South State Street, staring at the wall, trying to remember who he was. He couldn't. That was the problem. He knew his name was Jack Malone. He knew he was thirty-two years old. He knew he had served in the army during the war, and that he had come home with a...

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2026-06-08 20:04:06 -

The Boil of Blackwood
The fog clung to the Yorkshire moors like a shroud, thick and suffocating, the kind of fog that got inside your lungs and stayed there. Dr. Edmund Harrowby stood at his study window, watching the darkness swallow the last of the road that led from his clinic. His right arm throbbed where the needle had slipped—a slip born of distraction, of a mind half-occupied with thoughts of a woman in Leeds...

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2026-06-10 14:50:15 -

The Anvil of Pi
Act One: The Discovery The rain in Derbyshire had a way of getting into your bones that no wool sweater could keep out. Thomas Whitmore knew this better than most. At fifty-two, his joints ached with the damp, and the doctor had suggested London. London, where the fog was so thick you could spread it on bread. But Thomas had refused. There was work to be done here, in the dales, in the old铅...

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2026-06-06 22:59:04 -

The corner of seventh
The thing about Brooklyn is that nobody notices when it ends. Not because it ends loudly. Because it ends the way a neighborhood ends when the rent goes up too high and the bodega becomes a boutique and the bodega guy moves to Queens and the street where you grew up has a new name that nobody uses. Quietly. Systematically. Without anyone throwing a punch. Eliot Rosenberg lived on the corner of...

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2026-06-11 20:52:23 -

THE LAST GREAT GATSBY'S WAR
ACT I: THE JAZZ CLUB (20%) The piano player at Le Diable Noir was playing a tune Nick Calloway had never heard but felt he had lived. It was slow and sad and sounded like a man walking through a room where everything he had loved had been taken, and he didn't know when it happened or by whose hand, so he just kept walking. Nick sat at the bar with a whiskey that was half water and watched the...

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2026-06-06 04:56:38 -

The Paradox of the Awakened Mind
The city of Aethelgard was a masterpiece of efficiency. There were no schools, no books, and no teachers. Every citizen was born with a "Cognitive Link," a neural chip that allowed them to download any piece of information in a millisecond. To "learn" was considered a primitive, inefficient waste of biological time. Why spend years studying calculus when you could simply install the...

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2026-06-02 08:17:48 -

Dark Matter - V5: The Listening Room (Literary Fiction / Contemporary Psychological)
ACT I: THE ROOM Emma Clarke had spent fifteen years learning how to listen. She was only now learning what listening had cost her. Her practice was in Notting Hill — three rooms on the second floor of a Victorian terrace that smelled perpetually of weak tea and furniture polish. The first room was for intake. The second was for people who needed to talk. The third was hers: a blue armchair, a...

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2026-06-05 12:56:27 -

What the Mountain Remembers
Walter McCallough didn't keep track of years. He'd stopped around the time his wife died, around the time the last mine on Blackstone Ridge closed its gates and the mining company sent a sign out front that said FORECLOSURE in letters that looked like they'd been painted by a man who'd never seen a mine in his life. The note came on a Tuesday. It was tacked to the door of his trailer with a...

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