Tag: Fiction
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I never built the altarI just showed you how to prayGold is only furnitureTill belief gives it a name Applause falls through your fingersHunger learns how to stayI’ve trusted empty hands beforeMore than thanks that fade away You remember the…
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Apricot twisted beneath her blankets, the darkness of her room thick enough to feel. Midnight lay silent, yet whispers crept through the plaster—soft, damp, patient. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the voices kept threading along the walls, rising from…
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Trial By Fire Apricot pushed through the automatic doors and into the cool night. The store’s noise cut off behind her, leaving only the hum of streetlamps and the distant throb of neon. The parking lot was mostly deserted—just a…
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Midnight Blues City shadows clung to the alley’s brick like oil, thick and heavy, refusing to let go. A single streetlamp buzzed overhead, its dying filament spitting a weak, yellow pulse that carved the dark into restless fragments. Beneath that…
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Bang Bang Bank The corridor spat Apricot out at a doorway hanging crooked on half-shorn hinges. She slipped through, boots crunching over scattered debris, and froze. The bank’s grand lobby—once marble and hush and wealth—looked like a battlefield caught mid-collapse.…
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Hello Apricot crouched low in the narrow tunnel, arms locked over her head as the earth convulsed around her. The ground shuddered so hard it seemed to breathe, dust spilled from the ceiling in trembling waves, peppering her hair and…
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Dirty Tricks Apricot pressed on, her breath cutting short as she broke into a jog. The outline of the Okabe Central Bank loomed from the haze—more bunker than building. Its concrete bulk squatted in the streetlight, armored in steel and…
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On The Road The apartment was a dying thing pretending to live.Exposed brick sweated with damp, the plaster flaking in tired curls. The hum of an old refrigeration unit droned from the kitchenette like a failing heart. Out the cracked…
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Afternoon Blue Ash City moved at its usual weekday rhythm, shoes clattering across pavement, vendors calling over the thrum of traffic, neon signs glowing stubbornly against the strong midday sun. Apricot drifted with the current down Iwai Street. The air…
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Morning Images of dim burgundy light pulsed through Apricot Signa’s dreams, like lantern glow bleeding through silk, warm and steady with her heartbeat. For a moment she drifted inside it, safe. She thought of paper lanterns strung across Castor’s summer…
