Tag: short story

Echo Chamber

I took my pills one by one, counting each as a small victory against the static that lived inside my head. The morning ritual comforted me, three white tablets, two blue, one yellow capsule that rattled in its prescription bottle like a tiny maraca. “Good morning, Ari. Have you taken your medication?” Vera’s voice filled […]

The Observer Effect

I found myself on the floor of the quantum physics lab at 2 AM, forehead pressed against the cold tile, wondering why tears felt so heavy compared to other liquids. The machine hummed behind me, that magnificent array of superconducting circuits chilled nearly to absolute zero, a temperature where reality itself begins to stutter. Three […]

The Timekeeper’s Cozy Mysteries: The Pocketwatch’s Secret

I never intended to become the keeper of Ravenwood’s secrets. It happened gradually, like the slow unwinding of a watch spring. The pocketwatch arrived on a Tuesday, carried by Martha Holloway, her eyes misty with memories. “It belonged to my father,” she said, placing it gently on my workbench. “Mayor James Holloway. Found it while […]

Encoded Legacy

I found my reflection fragmented across the lobby’s sleek surfaces at 2:17 AM,  a woman with three-day shadows beneath her eyes, hair uncombed, betraying the seventy-two hours I’d spent analyzing anomalous patterns instead of sleeping. The security guard barely glanced at my badge. After eight weeks at DataGenome, I’d become another scientist haunting these halls […]

The Timekeeper’s Cozy Mysteries: Echoes in the Clockwork

I found it in the back of Mrs. Abernathy’s estate sale, a grandfather clock with spindly hands frozen at 3:17. The wood carried scars of a life well-lived, much like the woman who’d owned it. My fingers traced the intricate carvings along its face, worn smooth by decades of gentle touches. “It hasn’t worked since […]

Limited Connections

They said it was just a worksheet. Take one and pass it back. The paper was warm from the copier, still curling slightly at the edges, and when I touched it, it felt like static, like the hum in your fingers before a storm. On the page were dots. Evenly spaced. Too neat to be […]

Disco Sasquatch Hookers

A glitter-soaked nightmare from the fever dream of 1979. Randy “Razor” Romano slammed back a warm bottle of cherry-flavored wine cooler, cranked the wheel with one hand, and flipped his rearview mirror to avoid the shame. Somewhere behind him was Los Angeles. Far behind him, in fact, judging by the endless tunnel of pines, fog, […]