Fiction

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the albergue, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the pilgrims huddled beneath tattered tarpaulins,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It wasn't the storm outside that had me so agitated; it was the…

The rain hammered against the windows of The Velvet Room, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. I’d been looking forward to this night for…

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of my penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the anticipation thrumming through my veins. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct smear…