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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To Appear Untouched
By the time Gabriel and Avery walked through the door, Jules had already erased the evidence she had slept there. The sheets were pulled tight, the pillows stacked without crease, the faint warmth of her body traded for a starch-cold smoothness. In the kitchen the counter gleamed, though she remembered the knife dropping to the surface as she buttered toast in the half-dark. The mug she had used was wrapped in a grocery bag and tucked beneath the driver’s seat of her car, still damp at the rim. She let them step inside the house she had already slept in, eaten in, and arranged again to look untouched.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Fiction
Interval
Audrey lay in the bath with her knees drawn to her chest, water grazing the underside of her chin. Evening had settled. The room had fallen into a tender hush, the only illumination coming from the streetlights that filtered through the blinds, cutting her pale skin into latticework. Her breath suspended just beneath the surface, carefully disciplined, steadily reined. Every inhale pulled in quiet resolve. Every exhale dared her to sink lower.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Fiction
Gravity
Feminine energy isn’t exhausting because it’s weak. It’s exhausting because it doesn’t get to rest. It’s the presence that notices, the proximity that intervenes, the quiet gravity that keeps things from falling apart when no one else is around to name the damage.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Humans
Onboarding for the Disembodied
What happens when grief enters a system? When sorrow is weighed like evidence, when memory is scanned and filed, when time loses track of your name? These four poems trace the quiet passage of a soul through intake and error, through digital shadows and misspoken needs, and into a house where even silence keeps its own schedule.
By Fatal Serendipity6 months ago in Poets
Fermata
Fermata is a collection of poems about connection, distance, and the tension between what we feel and what we say. These pieces explore relationships that don’t follow a clear arc. Moments that resist resolution, people who leave without explanation, and the quiet aftermath of not knowing what to do with what’s left. The tone shifts between humor, reflection, and emotional restraint, but each poem shares a focus on the intimate and the unfinished.
By Fatal Serendipity6 months ago in Poets
