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  • Everyone in Town Knows

    Everyone in Town Knows the Murderer Except the Dead

    By the time the river gave up the body, everyone in Briar Hollow already knew who had killed Eli Turner. Everyone, that is, except Eli. The town gathered the way it always did—quietly, carefully, like people afraid of waking something that slept beneath their feet. Sheriff Harlan stood on the bank, hat in hand, eyes lowered, as if respect alone…

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  • Day Death Took a Lunch Break

    The Day Death Took a Lunch Break

    The day Death took a lunch break, no one noticed at first. Ambulances still wailed. Hospitals still hummed. Old men still closed their eyes believing it was the end. But nothing finished. Hearts stalled and restarted. Bullets lodged but did not claim. The world hesitated, suspended between breaths, as if someone had forgotten to press send. Elena noticed because her…

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  • We Broke Up Over Something Small, But It Was Never Really Small

    We Broke Up Over Something Small, But It Was Never Really Small

    We broke up over something small. At least, that’s what I told people when they asked. A stupid argument. A misunderstanding. Bad timing. It sounded neat that way. Manageable. Like a pebble in a shoe instead of the earthquake it really was. The fight was about a mug. My mug. White ceramic, chipped at the rim, with faded blue letters…

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  • Beneath Silent Skies

    Beneath Silent Skies a Lone Traveler Hunts the Truth of Time

    Beneath silent skies, where the stars hung like unanswered questions, the traveler walked alone. Time had always followed him like a shadow—never ahead, never behind, but pressed close to his spine. Elias had learned to listen to its rhythm: the crunch of frost beneath his boots, the slow breath of the wind across the plains, the steady ticking in his…

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  • My phone unlocks itself every night

    My phone unlocks itself every night and opens photos I never took

    Every night at 2:17 a.m., my phone unlocks itself. At first, I blamed faulty software. Then muscle memory. Then the small, human habit of lying to myself when the truth feels too sharp to touch. But I never open my eyes when it happens. I feel it. The soft vibration against my nightstand. The faint click. The glow that bleeds…

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  • My phone rang at 3 AM

    My phone rang at 3 AM—but no one had called

    My phone rang at 3 AM—but no one had called. That was the first strange thing. The second was that I knew exactly who it was supposed to be. The sound cut through my apartment like a blade, sharp and insistent, dragging me out of a dream I couldn’t remember but felt heavy in my chest. I stared at the…

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  • The Elevator Stops at a Floor That Doesn’t Exist

    The Elevator Stops at a Floor That Doesn’t Exist

    The elevator had never done this before. I’d ridden it every weekday for seven years—sixteen floors up, sixteen floors down, the same soft chime, the same flickering fluorescent lights. I could have pressed the buttons with my eyes closed. In fact, I often did, half-asleep, coffee in hand, mind already drifting toward meetings and deadlines. That morning, I pressed 16.…

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  • A town wakes up knowing today is the last day

    A town wakes up knowing today is the last day

    The sirens didn’t scream. They hummed—low, steady, almost kind. That was how the town of Briar Hollow woke on its last morning. At exactly six a.m., every clock stopped pretending. Phones lit up with the same message, delivered without explanation or sender: TODAY IS THE LAST DAY. MIDNIGHT IS THE END. No fire fell from the sky. No earthquakes split…

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  • Late-night taxi picks up a ghost passenger

    A late-night taxi picks up a passenger who doesn’t exist

    The rain had been falling like a confession all night—steady, relentless, washing the city in a gray that made streetlights look tired. Yusuf hated nights like this, not because of the weather, but because the wet pavement reflected everything back at you. Every neon sign. Every passing face. Every regret you thought you’d already driven past. His taxi smelled faintly…

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  • My First Day Was a Disaster

    My First Day Was a Disaster

    Walking into a new place for the first time always feels like stepping onto a stage when you haven’t rehearsed your lines. Even if you’ve practiced your “professional smile” in the mirror, even if you’ve planned your outfit days ahead, even if you’ve imagined the moment a hundred times, your body still reacts like something huge is about to happen.…

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