Lucian

Joined March 2024

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I focus on creating stories for readers around the world

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Skin Suits and Roasted Hearts
We tremble in our skin suits, shaken not by storms, but by the wagging fingers of those who judge the fragile phases of our lives.
By Lucian8 months ago in Poets
Carving Out the Leech
Boiling blood paces the halls of injustice. Justice—late, trembling—cannot dawdle forever. How did you, of all people, climb to the role of vice president?
By Lucian8 months ago in Poets
After her mother-in-law came, she had diarrhea and vomited, and died a week later!
On March 22 this year, in the southeastern Brazilian city of Ribeirão Preto, 37-year-old Pilates teacher Larissa died in her apartment.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Fork in the Road
I remember the fluorescent lights. The hum of the vending machine. The way my heart pounded as I stared at the resignation letter saved on my desktop, cursor blinking like it was daring me to click “Print.” I had spent three years in that office, rising through the ranks of a job that looked perfect on paper. Steady income. Health benefits. Friendly colleagues. Everything an adult is supposed to want.
By Lucian8 months ago in Writers
Day I Spoke Up
I was nine years old, a painfully shy fourth grader with a permanent seat in the back row and a talent for going unnoticed. I wasn’t unhappy exactly—I loved reading, drawing, and daydreaming—but I existed in the quiet margins of classroom life. I never raised my hand, avoided eye contact, and flinched at the thought of speaking up, even when I knew the answer.
By Lucian8 months ago in Chapters
Blunder of Justice
Eugene Maxwell never intended to become a superhero. In fact, most mornings he struggled just to put on socks without losing balance. But after a freak accident involving a microwave burrito, a radioactive toaster, and a lightning storm that defied all meteorological logic, Eugene woke up with powers… and a limp.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Welcome to Orbitronix
Orbitronix was the kind of tech startup that made you question reality—or at least your LinkedIn choices. Housed in a peeling brick building sandwiched between a vape shop and a psychic, the company billed itself as a "cloud-based synergy optimizer." No one really knew what that meant. Least of all, its employees.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Laugh Track Enemies
Eli Kramer and Dana Scott had two things in common: a crippling dependence on caffeine and an unrelenting hatred for each other.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Mind Over Chatter
It started, as most bad ideas do, with a cosmic hiccup. Jason McIntyre, a 33-year-old insurance adjuster with a closet full of identical khaki pants, woke up on a Tuesday morning with the mother of all migraines. At first, he chalked it up to the questionable sushi he’d eaten while binge-watching nature documentaries the night before. But when he looked at his cat and heard, “You’re late with breakfast again, hairless servant,” Jason knew something had gone terribly, ridiculously wrong.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Operation Detention
It all started with a ham sandwich. Principal Horace Tuttle—universally feared and affectionately nicknamed "The Warden"—had instituted a policy banning all outside food. When he confiscated Simon Fletcher’s lovingly packed ham and Swiss, declaring it a “threat to campus integrity,” something in the senior class finally snapped.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Devil in Manhattan
The rain had a way of making everything in New York bleed. Under the yellow haze of gas lamps and the hum of trolley wires, Detective Samuel Greaves lit a cigarette with shaking fingers and stared down at the body. The alley behind 46th and Lexington stank of garbage, gin, and death. A woman lay sprawled on the cobblestones, her throat slashed in a precise arc, a strange sigil carved into her chest—a symbol Samuel didn’t recognize, but had seen before.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction
Ashes Between the Blue and Gray
The sun rose over Antietam Creek with a crimson glare, as if the land itself bled from the wounds of yesterday. Sergeant Elias Monroe wiped soot from his eyes and glanced across the field. Smoke still curled from smoldering grass. Corpses lay twisted in unnatural poses, their uniforms torn, their faces forever caught between agony and silence.
By Lucian8 months ago in Fiction