Fiction

I found the Acorn at the top of the hillside cemetery. I sat down beside the cracked, mossy gravestone with illegible engravings. The soft breeze sent a chill through...

The scent of fresh espresso and cinnamon hung in the air, wrapping around Ben the moment he stepped inside. The place hadn’t changed much in the past few years...

Dr. Sadao Hoki woke in the early morning to the telephone's cry, shrill as a newborn baby. Still half asleep, he pressed the receiver to his ear...