Stories (53/0)
Harper and Eva
Tucked away in the sprawling labyrinth of a bustling metropolis, my existence found its path within the fortified walls of my state-of-the-art lab. As Dr. Adrian Harper, an esteemed astrobiologist, I was ceaselessly tracing the shadowy frontier of extraterrestrial life. Amidst the sterile glow of computer screens and distant pinpricks of cosmic light, I remained blissfully unaware of an enigma that was quietly unfolding under my own roof.
By Spencer Barrett11 months ago in Fiction
Fall of Dr. Harper
Renowned astrobiologist Dr. Harper had sought life among distant stars, oblivious to the cosmic mystery living under his roof. Her name was Eva, enchantingly mysterious, and concealing an otherworldly secret. His late-night discovery of an alien artifact shattered their shared reality, their shared love. Unveiling her true alien identity as an ominous device counted down, Harper realized the depth of his betrayal too late. The celestial intrigue he'd pursued was the very plot he'd fallen victim to, now spiraling towards its inevitable, disastrous conclusion; be careful what you seek lest you find it.
By Spencer Barrett11 months ago in Fiction
Echoes
"Atop the spectral hush of a moonlit hearth, I found ephemeral echoes. The absence of love hung heavy like phantom whispers on the wind. The moon mirrored my hearts own melancholy; hollowed and empty by a haunting memory. There, a lone sunflower stood; a silent testament to brighter days. As I stared into its golden heart, the laughter of a ghost clung to my breast; a bitter symphony in a night of silence."
By Spencer Barrett11 months ago in Fiction
Cosmic Connection
Under the shimmering veil of a cosmic ballet, I discovered an improbable connection. Amidst celestial bodies dancing in the darkness, our paths intertwined, defying the odds. An alien enchantress, her gaze a symphony of stars, filled my heart with celestial serenades.
By Spencer Barrett11 months ago in Fiction
Morning Sardine Pie
In my cozy kitchen, bathed in dawn's soft buttery glow, I relished in a simple ritual: the making of a fish pie. Silver-scaled sardines sparkled under my careful claws, their briny scent mingling with tangy lemon. Sautéing the fish, the sizzle and pop a harmonious melody, adding a symphony of herbs that perfumed the air with comforting familiarity.
By Spencer Barrett11 months ago in Fiction
La Cita Soñada
I'm entering the bar for the third night this week. It's a classy place with live piano and great ambiance; normally understated enough, though tonight it's the busiest it's ever been. My usual seat I've warmed for countless weeks taken, and I'm forced to order down at the end like any other Tom or Sally from the street. The bartenders gaze finally meets my own, but his eyes are a reluctant sorry and I frown my disappointment in return.
By Spencer Barrett3 years ago in Proof