Stephanie Flores

Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο άλλο
2026-06-11 13:55:11 -

Sample v04 The Keeper Of The Lost Colony 202606161605
The starship Obsidian drifted through the void between galaxies like a cathedral adrift on a sea of nothing. It was the last vessel of the Castellani Line, one of the three hundred noble houses that had ruled the Eternal Seat galaxy for twelve thousand years. Once, the Obsidian had been a command ship of the Imperial Navy, bearing the standard of a house that had produced admirals,...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 0 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-12 20:10:27 -

The Canvas of Ruin (V-01: Victorian Melancholy)
The fog of London did not merely drift; it possessed the city, a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the lines between the cobblestone streets and the weeping sky. For Julian, a painter of twenty-four, the fog was the only honest thing left in Mayfair. He spent his days in a drafty attic studio, capturing the precise shade of desperation in the eyes of the city's forgotten. His work was a...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 4 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-16 05:45:11 -

The Puppeteer's Grace
In the mirrored halls of Manhattan, where power is the only currency and empathy is a liability, I have always excelled at the art of the invisible string. My world is one of trust funds, silent partnerships, and the precise calibration of human desire. To the public, I am the benevolent Matriarch of the Sterling Estate, a woman of poise and philanthropic grace. In reality, I am the architect...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 3 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-18 14:31:08 -

The Curator of Scars
(V-04: New York Realism) I started interning at the 'Urban Ecology' bureau in June. My boss was a man named Silas, though the guys in the breakroom called him 'The Butcher.' He didn't look like a bureaucrat. He looked like a car crash that had been stitched back together with fishing line. He wore a wide-brimmed hat and a heavy coat even in the July humidity, and he never, ever took off his...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-10 08:07:44 -

V-07: The Transit Observation
The L-train screeched to a halt at 14th Street, a blast of hot, metallic air rushing into the carriage, carrying with it the scent of ozone and old grease. I stood by the doors, clutching a damp newspaper, watching the crowd of commuters—each of them a closed book, a secret history written in the slump of their shoulders and the vacancy of their stares. Across from me, a man and a woman were...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 4 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Food
2026-06-09 09:09:52 -

The Two Stations That Were Both True and Neither
The methane monitor on Array Seven began producing impossible readings at 03:47 on the second Tuesday of January, which was also the thirty-first consecutive day that Dr. Soren Nygaard had not spoken to another human being. He was sitting at the control console in the main module of the Fairbanks North Permafrost Research Station, drinking coffee that had been brewed twelve hours earlier and...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 3 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-15 23:13:50 -

The Hollow Men of Whitechapel
The fog did not roll into Whitechapel so much as it rose from the cobblestones themselves, thick and yellow as old tobacco stains. Gas lamps sputtered along Commercial Road, their light swallowed whole by the mist before it could reach the ground. In such weather, Arthur Blackwood learned, London forgot its own name. Arthur had been brought to Whitechapel on his seventeenth birthday by a school...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 44 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-10 08:47:05 -

The Rain on 4th Street
The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything away; it just makes the filth shine. I’ve spent fifteen years as a tax investigator for the state, and in that time, I’ve learned that numbers are the only things that don't lie—until you pay them to. I was tracking a ghost. A series of transfers from the municipal pension fund that vanished into a void called 'The Horizon Group.' The trail led to...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 34 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature
2026-06-16 17:34:12 -

The Root of the Void
The humidity of the Georgia coast was a physical weight, a thick, wet blanket that smelled of salt, decaying pine and the lingering scent of old money. Ada stepped off the bus in Oakhaven, the red clay dust coating her boots. She had come back to the family estate not to reclaim it, but to bury the ghosts of a childhood spent in the suffocating grip of Southern propriety. The house, a sprawling...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 3 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Food
2026-06-13 07:46:51 -

The Catalyst in the Crate
Vincent DeMarco ran his syndicate the way a clockmaker runs a workshop: precisely, silently, and with absolute faith that every gear knows its place. Chicago, 1925. The Prohibition Act had turned the city into a laboratory of organized crime, and DeMarco was one of its most respected researchers. He moved whiskey from Canadian docks to Lake Michigan warehouses with the efficiency of a military...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 3 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο Dance
2026-06-09 07:36:01 -

The Weight of Years
The Weight of YearsThe letter arrived on a Tuesday in June 1914, and I will tell you the truth: I was not sad when I read it. I was relieved.Not relieved that Henry was gone—God knows I loved him, in the way a well-bred young woman loves the man her family has chosen for her, which is to say deeply and correctly and without ever admitting that correctness and depth are not the same thing.I was...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 7 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!
Stephanie Flores σε πρόσθεσε στο άλλο
2026-06-10 12:13:33 -

The Longest Watch
The Longest Watch The transmission from Argus-7 arrived at Naval Command at 0400 hours, solar time, Mars orbit. It was routine: a standard psychological support session log, Captain Thomas Mercer's seventh weekly report on his sensory exchange with Lieutenant Clara Okafor, communications specialist aboard the deep-space listening post Argus-7, Jupiter orbit. Command filed it under "routine" and...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 8 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση

Παρακαλούμε συνδέσου στην Κοινότητά μας για να δηλώσεις τι σου αρέσει, να σχολιάσεις και να μοιραστείς με τους φίλους σου!

και άλλες ιστορίες