Fiction & narrative.

The hall was filled with office chatter, the kind that exists only because silence feels uncomfortable. Different departments had been brought together and seated at round tables under the idea

The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust and decay. Natalie’s boots echoed against the concrete as she circled the man tied to the metal chair, her leather jacket creaking with each

The story begins on a stormy night in the heart of a city. The streetlights are out, casting the area in darkness, with only occasional flashes of lightning illuminating two