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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The Department of Lost Futures
Samuel stood at the intersection, hands deep in his jacket pockets. The early April wind stung his ears and sliced his neck, clinging to winter’s husk. The wind paused, then resumed with a serrated edge. The streetlamp above flickered like a cataracted eye.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Fiction
Until The City Cries. Content Warning.
Chloe climbed the stairs to the roof as the sky leaned into orange. Ten stories lifted her above the crush of the Village, and for a moment the city shaped itself like a promise. Glass towers drank the sun until their edges dripped gold. The river spread its long arm in light. Bridges wrote their names with steel and cables. From this height, nothing looked bruised.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Fiction
A Census of Lovers. Content Warning.
Sloan froze when a photograph appeared on the screen. She dragged the page back up, certain her eyes had played a trick, and leaned closer to the light. A row of colleagues stood pressed together at the opening of a civic project, the ribbon stretched across the frame, every smile sharp with celebration. She barely registered most of them. Her focus locked on the man in the middle. The caption named him Blake, senior partner, innovator, mentor. She read the line twice, her lips forming the words while her mind clung to his face. His hair was neatly parted, his suit cut to flatter, his grin steady and sure. The angle of his cheek carried her backward in time. It was Nick. A year had passed since the funeral, yet here he stood again in daylight, alive inside another name.
By Fatal Serendipity5 months ago in Fiction
