Fiction

The rain hammered against the windows of my penthouse apartment, mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city glittered with neon lights, a distant, indifferent hum against…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. The air hung thick with the scent…

The heat hung thick and heavy over Oakhaven, clinging to the humid air like a desperate lover. Cicadas buzzed their incessant song, a soundtrack to the languid afternoon as I…

The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian house, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been a long time since I’d felt this kind of…