Sandor Szabo
Bio
I’m looking to find a home for wayward words. I write a little bit of everything from the strange, to the moody, to a little bit haunted. If my work speaks to you, drop me a comment or visit my Linktree
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Tuesday. Content Warning.
Stepping out of your townhome you’re hit by the cold first. You were expecting it. Laid out your heaviest coat the night before. But the way that first breath crystalizes in your lungs feels like a kick to the chest no matter how prepared you were. You pull your coat tighter and try not to slip on the thin skin of ice that glazed your street overnight.
By Sandor Szabo6 days ago in Fiction
What are we doing here?. Content Warning.
"Will you just talk to me?" Mark begged, as his ceiling fan completed lazy, insistent revolutions. He watched as a fly— he couldn’t say when it had arrived— performed small frantic circles in the air before settling on the nightstand beside him. It groomed its front legs. Such fastidiousness in something so fundamentally unclean.
By Sandor Szabo14 days ago in Fiction
So You Decided To Become a Nurse Practitioner: . Top Story - January 2026.
So you decided to become an "Advanced Practice" nurse. Congratulations!... is what I would say if this was a good idea. Grad school? In this economy? What were you thinking? Likely it was something along the lines of either 1) “I've seen these other chucklefucks do it— Why can't I?” or even 2) “I've got a nice career, I should shake it up. I miss feeling like I have no clue what I'm doing.”
By Sandor Szabo17 days ago in Fiction
Caretakers: Part 1. Top Story - December 2025.
-------- Author's Note ------- Before going any further, I would like to give a quick heads up. I'm trying something a little different with this story. In the past I've lost momentum writing longer pieces. But, this is a story I've had brewing since 2018 and I think in order to get it out there, I'm going to release it in chunks. I'm not sure how many we'll end up with but what you're about to read is a mystery/thriller set in the same town as a previous story I wrote, "Blue Heron Creek". Thank you for giving this a read and... be careful when you check into Mercy Regional Hospital... The morgue doesn't have the only thing rotten...
By Sandor Szaboabout a month ago in Fiction
Season’s Sniffles
Cold and Flu Season Shared ladle, shared destiny Shared waiting room cough ******** A note from an ER nurse ******** Why, during the most contagious time of the year, do we decide to share food at potlucks and family gatherings? I motion to move all of these lovely holidays to the summer.
By Sandor Szaboabout a month ago in Poets
Everything I've Ever Written is Regurgitated- And Yours Is Too!
Recently, I was flipping through facebook reels— yes, I’m old— when I saw an ad that caught my attention. On screen: colossal beasts with gleaming mechanical skeletons and ragged, battle-scarred hides stomped through a scorched wasteland, flanked by ragtag scavengers and grim-faced soldiers leveling rifles like it's their last stand.
By Sandor Szabo3 months ago in Writers
The Smoke of Their Torment . Top Story - October 2025. Content Warning.
Mama, I’m so sorry. I’m so damned sorry. I tried to wash up but in this poor lamplight I can hardly tell whats ink and whats his blood. I ain’t bad, mama. I swear I aint. And I’ll always be your boy. Remember that time I caught us that whopper of a catfish. You and daddy was so proud, we was all so hungry.
By Sandor Szabo3 months ago in Fiction
