Fiction

The rain hammered against the windows of the sprawling Victorian mansion, each drop a frantic plea against the oppressive silence within. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a frantic rhythm mirroring the quickening pulse in my veins. Below, the city glittered, a distant, indifferent spectacle to the…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, primal rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Louisiana bayou swirled in…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. It had been six months since Sarah left, six months since the searing heat…

The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian mansion, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my own heart. The scent of…