Stories

Mia Chen stood frozen in the doorway of her new apartment, cardboard box clutched to her chest like a shield. The hallway behind her was silent and still, but something about the empty space before her made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. She shook her head, forcing herself to step inside. It was just nerves, the usual anxiety that came with any big change. Moving to a new city, starting a new job - of course she felt on edge. There was nothing actually wrong with the apartment itself. ...

The neon-soaked streets of New Haven pulsed with an electric heartbeat as Zara Chen wove through the late-night crowd. Holographic advertisements flickered overhead, bathing her face in a kaleidoscope of artificial colors. To the casual observer, she was just another young professional heading home after a long day at the office. They had no idea that her real work was about to begin. Zara’s fingers twitched, itching to make contact with a keyboard. The weight of the encrypted drive in her jacket pocket felt like a ticking bomb. Tonight’s target: Nexus Corp, the tech giant whose tentacles reached into every corner of New Haven’s infrastructure. Their public face gleamed with promises of a brighter future, but Zara had seen the rot festering beneath the surface. ...

Eleanor Prescott stood at her kitchen sink, staring out the window at the perfectly trimmed hedges that lined her backyard. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, and she could hear the distant laughter of children playing down the street. Her hands, submerged in soapy water, had long since pruned, but she barely noticed as she mechanically washed the same plate for the third time. “Ellie? Ellie, are you listening to me?” ...

Elowen pressed her palm against the rough bark of the ancient pine, closing her eyes as she listened to its whispers. The tree’s voice was faint, barely audible above the rustling of needles in the breeze, but its message was clear: danger approached. She opened her eyes, scanning the dense forest around her. Shafts of early morning sunlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the forest floor with golden light. To most, the Whispering Pines Forest would appear peaceful, serene. But Elowen knew better. She could sense the unease rippling through the woodland, from the tallest Douglas fir to the tiniest sapling. ...

Eliza Thornwood peered out her bedroom window, a frown creasing her brow. The ancient oak tree in her front yard swayed gently, its leaves rustling in a nonexistent breeze. She could have sworn she heard whispers carried on the still night air. “You’re losing it, old girl,” she muttered, shaking her head. At seventy-two, Eliza prided herself on her sharp mind and pragmatic nature. She wasn’t one for flights of fancy or superstitious nonsense. And yet… ...

The neon-soaked streets of Neo Shanghai pulsed with their usual frenetic energy, but Zara Chen felt a different kind of electricity crackling through her veins as she stared at the lines of code scrolling across her holo-screen. Her fingers hovered over the keys, trembling slightly as the weight of her discovery settled over her like a shroud. “This can’t be right,” she muttered, pushing a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear. But the evidence was there, clear as day in the strings of data she’d uncovered. Mayor Dominic Voss, the charismatic leader who’d promised to usher in a new era of prosperity for their gleaming metropolis, was siphoning millions from the city’s coffers into private accounts. ...

Mira Kessler squinted against the harsh glare of sunlight on snow as she surveyed the jagged peaks looming before her. Everest’s infamous northeast ridge stretched upward, a serrated blade of rock and ice piercing the cloudless blue sky. She took a deep breath of thin air, willing her racing heart to slow. This was it. Her shot at redemption. “Beautiful day for climbing,” remarked Dr. Ethan Cole, coming to stand beside her at the edge of advanced base camp. His salt-and-pepper beard was frosted with ice, eyes hidden behind mirrored glacier glasses. ...

The chalk screeched across the blackboard as Mr. Grayson wrote out the day’s assignment in his messy scrawl. Mira Chen winced at the sound, her shoulders tensing. She kept her eyes fixed on her desk, not daring to look up. “Alright class, listen up,” Mr. Grayson announced, his voice gravelly from years of projecting to uninterested teenagers. “Your next project is to speak without words.” A confused murmur rippled through the classroom. Zoe, sitting next to Mira, raised her hand. “What does that mean, Mr. G?” ...

Zara Voss wiped the sweat from her brow, leaving a smear of dirt across her forehead. She squinted at the shriveled tomato plant, its leaves curled and browning despite her best efforts. The greenhouse was stifling, the air thick with humidity and the sour smell of decay. “Mom!” Ren’s voice echoed from outside. “Mom, come quick!” Zara’s heart leapt into her throat. She dropped her trowel and rushed out of the greenhouse, blinking in the harsh sunlight. “Ren? What’s wrong?” ...

The scarecrow stood motionless in the withering cornfield, its burlap face turned toward the setting sun. Mira paused at the edge of the rows, her fingers trailing over brittle stalks. Something about the scarecrow’s crooked smile made her uneasy, like it knew a secret. “M-Mira!” Her mother’s voice carried from the farmhouse. “Time to come in!” Mira sighed, giving the scarecrow one last wary glance before trudging back across the dusty yard. The screen door creaked as she entered the kitchen, where her mother stood at the sink peeling potatoes. ...