Thomas Price

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2026-06-11 02:11:13 -

The Glass Echoes of Lakeview
Tom Harper lived in the silence between breaths. At sixty-seven, his life had become a series of repetitive motions, a clockwork existence honed by forty years of flipping burgers and taking orders from people who looked through him as if he were made of thin air. When he moved into Lakeview Apartments on a drizzly Monday, he brought with him a suitcase of faded linens, a collection of books...

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2026-06-07 08:43:43 -

The Weekend Tyrant
I. The free bookstore was in a church basement on the south side, and it was run by a woman named Martha who looked like she had been made out of leftover parts—too thin, too tall, with a face that had forgotten what it was supposed to do but kept forgetting anyway. She handed me a book without looking at me, the way you hand a cigarette to someone you've seen before but don't know....

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2026-06-13 13:19:48 -

The Absurd Stage
Mia viewed her life as a series of scenes, and her suicide attempt had been, in her professional opinion, a bit too melodramatic. The lighting was poor, and the pacing was sluggish. "You're awake," Leo said, leaning against the hospital bed. He was her brother, a venture capitalist who treated everything—including family crises—as a series of risk-assessment charts. "I've already calculated the...

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2026-06-13 09:49:39 -

The Neon Betrayal (V-03: Film Noir)
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it only smeared the neon lights into long, bleeding streaks of crimson and cobalt across the asphalt. Elena sat in the corner of a dim lounge, the smoke from her cigarette curling into the air like a question mark. She wore a trench coat that felt like armor and a gaze that had seen too many midnight deals. Across from her sat Julian, his...

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2026-06-10 00:54:19 -

The Crimson Tide (V-12: Gothic Horror)
The Isle of Sanguine floated upon a sea of liquid ruby, a place where the horizon was a jagged line of black coral and the sky was the color of a fresh bruise. Victor was a priest of the Old Order, a man who had spent his life studying the intersection of beauty and terror. He had come to the island to save his daughter, Clara, whose soul had been stolen by a void-entity, leaving her a living...

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2026-06-08 21:02:39 -

The fire started in the basement at 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in October, 1973.
Marcus Johnson knew this because he had been awake. Not because of anything supernatural—just the usual insomnia that came from living in a neighborhood where the nights were louder than the days. He was sitting on the fire escape of his third-floor walk-up in East Harlem, smoking a cigarette and listening to the city breathe. Then he smelled it. Smoke. Thick, oily, wrong. He dropped the...

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2026-06-02 22:54:00 -

The Decaying House
Part One: The Notebook Grey Hollow was a house that had died slowly over the course of forty years, and its death was not clean. The roof sagged like a tired man's shoulders. The paint peeled in long, curling strips, revealing the grey wood beneath. The windows were cloudy with age, and the ivy that covered the front porch was dead—brown and brittle, clinging to the posts like bones. Eleanor...

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2026-06-03 07:11:21 -

The Glass Ceiling
The air in the 40th floor of the Sterling-Vane tower was filtered, chilled, and devoid of any scent other than the faint, metallic tang of expensive air conditioning. Sarah stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the yellow cabs of Manhattan. From this height, the people looked like ants, and the city looked like a circuit board. Sarah was a prodigy of numbers. At twenty-six, she...

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2026-06-10 03:11:16 -

The Diner on Route 30
I. The rain came down on Route 30 like it had something to prove. Ray Kowalski stood behind the counter of the diner, watching the highway through a streaked window. Cars passed every few minutes, headlights cutting through the Pennsylvania dark, drivers heading somewhere that was not here. Nobody stopped. Nobody ever stopped at this diner unless they were lost or running from something....

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2026-06-10 06:13:22 -

The Ghost of Identity
The dirt road to the Bonaventure plantation was more memory than surface, a track of crushed shell and red clay that existed more in the family photographs than in any current state of maintenance. Ellis drove his father's old Chevrolet slowly, the tires crunching over gopher nuts and the occasional rusted piece of farm equipment that had been abandoned somewhere between 1940 and the present,...

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2026-06-08 00:14:42 -

The Anatomy of the Abyss
(Variant V-12: Gothic) The Isle of Mourning is a place where the wind sounds like a choir of the damned and the sea is a mirror of ink. At the center of the island stands the Blackwood Sanitarium, a crumbling gothic spire of grey stone and rusted iron, where the same rain has fallen for a hundred years. I, Dr. Sterling, have spent my life here, not as a doctor, but as a student of the Deep. My...

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2026-06-08 13:56:21 -

The Dark Between Stars
Act I The star did not die. It was taken. Commander Maya Whitmore knew this because she had the sensor data, and the sensor data did not lie. KIC-9931207—a G-type main-sequence star, identical to Sol in every measurable way—had been there yesterday and was not there today. The space where it had hung, sixty light-years from the Ark of the Whitehand and squarely within the Dark Belt's expanding...

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