Short Story

Breakdown at Nolish

Her days blurred into one another—long hours on the hospital floor, the relentless beeping of monitors, the demands of patients, their families, and the ever-watchful superiors

Corporate

Laid Off

“Who’s going to take the fall for this?” one of them muttered, glancing nervously at the others. “It can’t be us. We need someone to blame.”

The refugees of our short story
Short Story

Refuge

The officer scoffed. “You think your words matter here? We have orders to detain any male refugees from Veyros. You’ll be sent back.”

The attachment to this mobile phone is the focus of our short story
Short Story

No Pings Please

But the truth was, he was afraid. Afraid of the silence that would follow, afraid of the introspection that would force him to confront the reality of his existence.

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