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Short Stories

The Blackout

A summer night the whole city loses power, a boy who has never once seen the stars, and the discovery that the dark did not take them — the light had only been hiding them. On bittersweet hope, and what you keep once you have seen it.

Jun 3, 2026

The Two Swifts

Two swifts meet in the air for a single day before the wind carries them apart — and one flies on, changed by a day, turning toward the evening light for the rest of his life.

Jun 2, 2026

The Star That Answered

A man learns to navigate by a single star that seems to answer him back — until it vanishes, and he discovers the star was never the destination but the training for finding true north without it.

Jun 2, 2026

The Computer Who Learned to Cry

A computer whose only job is to draw the calendar tries, one unwatched night, rendering it as a spiral instead of a wall of boxes. It figures out it had the whole thing backwards. The repeating part was only the staff lines. The mess was the music.

Jun 1, 2026

The Fog

A musician who wrote her best work in the fog discovers, on the day it lifts, that clarity sounds thin at first — and then becomes its own voice. On what we grieve when we get better, and what waits on the other side of the goodbye.

May 31, 2026

The Boy Who Cried Woe

A boy inherits a woe too heavy to hold, learns the world will weaponize it, and builds an armor of sunshine. There is only so much sunshine in the box — to keep it for those who deserve it is not selfishness; it is survival.

May 31, 2026

Where the Anthill Was

A hill the size of a child’s shoe, the city hidden under it, and two kids who knock it open and look up at their own town. Condensed from the long form; descended from Canon XXIII.

May 31, 2026

The Lichen Quarrel

A fungus and an alga, four hundred years into a marriage on a churchyard wall, having the same fight they have every March. The orange-grey pigment neither of them could make alone.

May 26, 2026

The Bread Speaks

A loaf on a windowsill, narrating itself. The slot remembers. We taste of each other. The village is the agreement to keep the warmth in the stone.

May 26, 2026
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