Stories tagged: commerce
17 stories with this tag
The Lighthouse That Moves
When the foghorn moans, the lighthouse is already on the move. It rolls on hidden rails along the cliffline, deciding where to shine like a hound catching a scent. Tourists think it is a gimmick. Fishermen know it is temperamental and must be courted...
Time Capsule Pen Pals
In fifth grade, four friends bury a metal box with notes, comic strips, and a mixtape. They set a date: open it in twenty years. They add a cheap watch so time will not feel lonely. Years pass. They drift apart. Decades later, Jules receives a photoc...
Gravity Black Market
In alleys behind dance studios and construction sites, dealers sell pockets of lesser gravity sealed in vacuum jars. Dancers buy them to float longer during leaps. Thieves use them to lift safes. Malik, a courier, moves jars at night. He never opens...
The Unsent Letter Festival
Every autumn, the town of Alder hosts the Unsent Letter Festival. Residents deliver all letters they never sentādrafts, apologies, confessionsāto the post office. Volunteers hang them on strings across the square. People wander, reading fragments of...
Factory of Borrowed Voices
The factory sits on the edge of town, smokestacks replaced with speakers. Inside, voices are bottled, rented, and returned. Customers borrow a booming baritone for a presentation or a lilting tenor for lullabies. The slogan: "Sound like your best sel...
Moonlight Tax
The Ministry of Luminous Resources announces a moonlight tax. Households must report how much moonlight they consume after midnight. Inspectors carry devices that measure glow on curtains. People laugh until fines arrive. Rooftop gardeners protest; p...
The Architect of Nightmares
A boutique service offers bespoke nightmares for clients who believe fear builds character. The Architect, known only as Vale, crafts dreams with precision: a chase through an endless library for procrastinators, a test with missing questions for per...
Immigrant Stars
Astronomers notice several stars dimming in unison. Headlines scream cosmic extinction. Then the stars move. Slowly, deliberately, they drift toward a darker patch of sky. Immigration, the scientists say. Celestial bodies leave crowded neighborhoods...
Borrowed Fate Boutique
The boutique sits between a tattoo parlor and a bakery. Its sign reads "Fates for Rent." Inside, mannequins wear destinies like outfits: "Weekend Hero," "Midlife Reinvention," "Sudden Fame." Customers try them on for a fee, experiencing a day in that...
The Orchard of Lost Hours
On the edge of town, an orchard grows fruit from hours people lost scrolling feeds and waiting in lines. Trees bear luminous apples, skins shimmering with paused seconds. Farmers tend carefully, pruning regret. Visitors harvest lost time for a price....
The Ink That Refuses to Dry
Writer Sam buys a rare fountain pen from an estate sale. The ink flows smooth but refuses to dry on the page. Words smear, sentences slide. Frustrated, Sam leaves a draft overnight. In the morning, the words have rearranged into a story Sam never int...
The Librarian of Storms
At the coastal library, storms are checked out like books. Each storm is stored in a bottle on shelves labeled by intensity and mood: Drizzle of Regret, Thunder of Righteous Anger, Rain of Relief. Librarian Sol assigns storms with caution. Farmers bo...
The Tide Accountant
Every evening, the tide accountant sits on the pier with a ledger, recording grains of sand taken by the sea and returned. A ritual inherited from her mother, and her mother before. People think it quaint. One night, the ledger numbers do not balance...
The City that Dreamed of Forests
Heron City keeps waking to saplings sprouting from concrete. Blueprints on planners' desks are covered with leaf prints. Architects panic; designs mutate into parks. Scientists blame a fungal bloom. Poet Imani suggests the city itself is dreaming of...
The Island of Misdelivered Packages
Cargo ships avoid Parcel Reef. GPS glitches, compasses spin, and any package routed within a dozen nautical miles goes missing. Conspiracy forums buzz: pirates, sea monsters, corporate cover-up. The truth is stranger. The reef is an island made entirely of misdelivered packages, glued by salt and su...
The Rotating House
The house on Cedar Street spun slowly, one degree every ten minutes, completing a rotation every two and a half days. Its owner, Lina, inherited it from her grandfather, an engineer with a flair for whimsy. He had installed the rotating foundation so that every room would eventually face the sunrise...
Orchestra of One Second
Aya composed symphonies from single seconds captured across time: a monkās chant, a rocket launch, a childās laugh, a subway screech. She stitched them into movements, making history audible in minutes. Audiences cried at the collision of eras. Aya was missing one perfect second to complete her late...