Stories tagged: relationships
15 stories with this tag
Antique Shop of Alternate Lives
In the back of Mrs. Lee's antique shop, behind clocks frozen at moments no one remembers, sits a glass cabinet of objects with price tags that read "If: $10." Each item, when held, offers a vision of the life you would have lived had you owned it. A...
Weather Custodians
The Barros family business is not in any phone book. They maintain the weather. Each dawn, they polish rainbows with microfiber cloths, oil hinges on windmills that steer gusts, and restock fog in sealed barrels. Their warehouse smells of ozone and d...
Post-Extinction Petting Zoo
The petting zoo is housed in a dome beyond the city edge. Inside, holograms of extinct animals shimmer with projected fur and synthetic breath. Children line up to pet a dodo that coos in seven languages. Parents pay extra for the mammoth encounter,...
The Day Silence Broke
At 10:02 a.m., sound stops. Air moves, mouths open, but nothing reaches ears. Car horns press silently. Birds flap in mute confusion. The world learns the texture of quiet instantly. Panic ripplesāalarms fail, emergency broadcasts are useless. People...
Glacier Post Office
Near the melting edge of Calder Glacier, a research station doubles as a post office for letters frozen decades ago. As ice calves, envelopes surface, sealed and stamped from eras when handwriting mattered. Dr. Elsie Tran catalogs each letter and att...
Library of Forgotten Smells
In the basement of the city library, past genealogy and microfiche, lies the Olfactory Archive. Glass vials line shelves, each containing a preserved scent. Labels read like poetry: "First Snow on Concrete," "Grandmother's Spice Drawer," "Bus Seat in...
The Courier of Last Words
Jem works for a service that delivers last words from the dying to the living. Clients record messages, set conditions, pay fees. Jem travels with a battered satchel of envelopes and encrypted drives. She prefers handwritten notes; they feel honest....
Puppet City Revolt
In Arlo, marionettes perform daily in plazas, controlled by skilled puppeteers. Tourists love the shows. One stormy evening, strings dampen, and a puppet named Finch jerks free. Without the hand above, Finch explores, limbs clumsy but curious. Other...
The Sea That Remembers Names
Sailors whisper names to calm storms. Most think it is superstition. But this sea listens. When Elena, a marine biologist, tags whales, she hears the ocean murmur names backāold, forgotten names. She tests the phenomenon, saying her grandmother's nam...
The Reversible Funeral
In Bracken, funerals are reversible once. Families may bring the deceased back for one day, reversing the ceremony. Caskets open, flowers stand upright, mourners walk backward into the hall. Time cooperates awkwardly but sincerely. When Mrs. Calloway...
Skylight to the Past
In her grandmother's attic, Sienna discovers a skylight that opens not to the sky but to a specific year: 1998. Through the glass, she sees her younger self drawing on the driveway, her grandmother hanging laundry. The skylight opens for fifteen minu...
The Rewound Wedding
After years of tension, Jordan and Priya are offered a rare service: a rewound wedding. A temporal specialist arrives with a device that plays days backward. Consent forms signed, guests reassemble. The process begins with the end of their marriage a...
Shadow Adoption Agency
Stray shadows gather in the alley behind the old cinema, ownerless, flickering. The city opens a Shadow Adoption Agency to pair them with people who lost theirs to accidents, deals, or carelessness. Applicants fill forms: light exposure, personality,...
Orchestra of One Second
Composer Aya writes symphonies from single seconds captured throughout history: a monk's chant, a rocket launch, a child's laugh, a subway screech. She strings them into movements, time-traveling with sound. Audiences listen with headphones, experien...
The Statue that Listened
In the town square stands a statue of a woman holding a book. Legend says if you whisper a wish into her ear, she might grant it once. Most treat it as folklore. One winter, a child named Eli whispers, "I wish my brother would talk again." The next d...