Fatal Serendipity
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Fatal Serendipity writes flash, micro, speculative and literary fiction, and poetry. Their work explores memory, impermanence, and the quiet fractures between grief, silence, connection and change. They linger in liminal spaces and moments.
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Caught. Content Warning.
Miss Hanna’s porch light came on at 9:48. The Ring camera blinked once before the feed steadied. I knew she’d already brushed her teeth, fed her cat, and took her book to her room. Late enough to be in bed but not yet asleep. She always checked the door herself. People lived all around on this quiet street, but she was diligent.
By Fatal Serendipity2 months ago in Fiction
Afterimage
I’ve tried to reach you, but the words always disappear before I finish. It felt like a glitch in the universe, like I wasn’t supposed to speak to you but did anyway. There remains an impulse in me that will not surrender. I’ve been watching the world move in slow motion, waiting for you to say something. You never did. That silence taught me everything.
By Fatal Serendipity3 months ago in Confessions
Not On the Menu
The buffet promised happiness, but even from the sidewalk, Quentin wasn’t sure if he was hungry or just tired of himself. He stood at the door and looked up at the sign that read All You Can Eat Fulfillment. It buzzed too loud for this hour, spilling a pale light that made everything look clean in a way that felt off. The glow stuck to the glass like static. He didn’t move. The words meant something, probably, but he couldn’t feel it.
By Fatal Serendipity3 months ago in Fiction
