Salt and shadows

Every summer, I stayed at my grandmother’s ranch—a dry, lonely stretch of land where animals roamed but horses were curiously absent. I loved horses, but my grandmother always insisted they were too much trouble. Still, every night I heard one neighing from a house surrounded by an unnatural cluster of trees far from the rest

The Price of Desire

I’ve always struggled around women—awkward, unsure, invisible. Late one night, desperate for a change, I stumbled upon an obscure website claiming an ancient ritual could unlock guaranteed romantic success. It sounded absurd, but I was willing to try anything. That night, I lit candles around my bed and recited the Latin phrase as instructed. In

The last passanger

I’ve been a taxi driver for nearly ten years, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the night changes people. But nothing prepared me for what happened one night on the highway. I got a request near midnight—a pickup outside a shady bar on the outskirts of town. When I arrived, a tall