Lucian

Joined March 2024

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I focus on creating stories for readers around the world

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Whispers Beyond the Walls
When Henry Calder took the case, he didn’t believe in ghosts. A former police detective turned private investigator, Henry had built his reputation on cold logic and a sharp eye for truth. But nothing about the invitation from Eleanor Prescott fit the usual mold. The aging widow had inherited Greystone Manor, a sprawling estate nestled deep in the New Hampshire woods, and was convinced the house was not only haunted—but dangerous.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
Lisbon, The City That Waited for Me
I didn’t go to Lisbon looking for anything. That, I suppose, is why I found so much. It was a stopover—three nights on my way to somewhere else. I’d booked the trip out of convenience, imagining pastel buildings, a few good meals, and some sun before returning to the gray predictability of London. I hadn’t expected the city to feel like a memory I hadn’t lived yet.
By Lucian9 months ago in Writers
Whispers in the Pines
The drive to Black Hollow Lake took nearly six hours from the city. As the SUV wound through pine-lined roads and past long-forgotten gas stations, the group of five friends grew quiet, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the trees and the anticipation of their long-awaited reunion. It had been nearly a decade since college, and this weekend at a remote cabin was supposed to be a nostalgic retreat—a chance to unwind, reminisce, and leave adult responsibilities behind.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Headlines
The rain had been relentless that week in Washington, the kind that settled into your bones and made everything feel a shade darker. But Emma Wells didn’t have time to notice the weather. As a senior investigative journalist at The Capitol Chronicle, she had just stumbled upon a story that could ignite the city—or bury her beneath it.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Ruby
Detective Eleanor Finch had long ago grown used to the quiet affluence of the English countryside. It was a place where secrets were often buried beneath manicured lawns and polite silences. So when she received the call from Ashford Manor, she wasn’t surprised by the tone of urgency wrapped in propriety. A family heirloom—a ruby pendant known as the Ashford Heart—had gone missing. But as Eleanor would soon discover, the theft was merely the beginning of something far more sinister.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
The Rainstorm
It started with a whisper—just a hush of wind against the windows and a subtle darkening of the sky. I remember glancing up from my laptop, noting the shift in light, and thinking, It’ll pass. But of course, it didn’t. The clouds gathered with purpose, and by the time the first drops hit the sidewalk, I sensed that something more than weather was arriving.
By Lucian9 months ago in Writers
The Man Who Wasn’t My Husband
It began in the most ordinary way—through silence. David and I had been married for seven years. We lived in a modest home outside of Manchester, the kind with ivy-covered bricks and a garden he never had time to tend. On paper, our life was comfortable. Predictable. We shared bills, a cat named Jasper, and a mutual habit of eating dinner in front of the television without speaking.
By Lucian9 months ago in BookClub
When Love Fades: The Man I Married Became a Stranger
We met in a quiet London bookstore nestled between two cafés on a gray Tuesday afternoon. I was an American graduate student, new to the city and eager to find my place, and he—Oliver—was a local, effortlessly charming with a crooked smile and an easy warmth that made the unfamiliar feel like home.
By Lucian9 months ago in Confessions
Cheating young woman
At about one in the morning, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and only the sound of my own breathing and heartbeat accompanied me in the silence. In desperation, I typed a sentence in the circle of friends: "Insomnia, severe insomnia, almighty circle of friends, who can save me?"
By Lucian9 months ago in Confessions
My mother died during childbirth, and I became her nemesis and was abused by my stepmother. When I grew up, I gave my aunt a villa, but my stepmother came to snatch the house away?
Beginning: Many years later, I gave my aunt a big villa. On the day of the housewarming party, she said with tears in her eyes: "I finally made it."
By Lucian9 months ago in Families
I have been thinking about this for 40 years and still can't figure it out. This is my real experience. How can science explain it?
It was the summer of 1984. I was fifteen years old and lived in a small town in the south. My life was not very good. At that time, television was not popular. People's nightlife was to enjoy the cool in the yard, play poker, or listen to the neighbors' stories about supernatural powers. I never believed in those things until something happened that night that still puzzles me.
By Lucian9 months ago in Confessions
Modern Poetry｜Harbor
Having seen countless people's paradise, it is better to have a harbor of your own. And the harbor is the most satisfying residence,
By Lucian9 months ago in Poets