Ethan’s office was quiet, save for the steady hum of the city outside the windows. His desk was littered with files—reports, contracts, projections. Numbers stared back at him, mocking his supposed expertise. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The weight on his shoulders seemed to press harder […]Read more »
Flash Fiction
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When Ethan Coleman got the call, he was standing in his kitchen, half-watching the evening news while his youngest daughter, Emily, sat cross-legged at the counter with a coloring book. The sound of the phone vibrating against the marble pulled him from the numbing drone of current events. “Mr. Coleman?” […]Read more »
Mark Thompson was an ordinary man in an ordinary town. He worked at the old steel mill on the edge of town—a place where the air always smelled like burnt metal and grease, and the sounds of grinding machines seemed to echo in his bones. It was monotonous, sure, but […]Read more »
The house on Ember Lane had always been a place of warmth. Not just because of its old, creaky fireplace that crackled through the winter nights, but because it was filled with people who loved each other in their own ways. There were five of them: John and Mary, the […]Read more »