My name is Julien Serrault. It is the 7th of January, 1882. I am an innkeeper outside the mountain town of Briancon, at the base ...
My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That's really my name. I used to wish ...
Roxy’s Lounge. It was the sort of dimly-lit, mid-century styled bar that was too classy for me by half. In the real world, it’s the kind ...
The house sat empty at the top of the hill. Its security lights were a beacon in the night, like a lighthouse alone in the ...
I left the university campus behind to do fieldwork in the Deep South. I was studying folk songs from southern states that had neither a ...
I moved into my new apartment nearly a month ago. The building’s exterior looked a little run down, but the rent was unbeatable for where ...
I have examined maps of the city with the greatest care, yet have never again found the Rue d’Auseil. These maps have not been modern ...
My grandfather on my dad’s side passed away from cancer back in 2018 at the age of 75. Unlike my mom’s parents and my dad’s ...
Part 1 “So I’m in the cosmetics aisle, right? And I’m standing there reading this bottle of lotion. ‘Not tested on animals,’ it says. And ...
The spring flu was been going around the school like usual, but some people were sicker than normal. They didn’t just have fever and headache ...
“Man, that shift sucks!” I hear it all the time. I can understand why people say it; I used to think the same thing. I ...
Jake Thomasson pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down, covering his hand, and wiped away the condensation from the window. It was the third time ...
