The Archive

A man sits on a bench by the river, holding a newspaper. A chill wind blows, and he grips the paper harder. He is reading a news snippet ...

No one should hear themselves die. The second I realised the voice I was hearing was mine, I felt the most intense, savage fear I have ev...

The radio has been behaving erratically of late. After the death of my colleague a full two weeks ago now, I was interviewed by the polic...

It took almost a week for me to finally confirm what I already knew, when I read the newspaper one chilly Friday morning. I don’t usually...

What an eventful week it has been. Where to begin? There are many things I feel the urge to commit to paper, for fear that the dreams tha...

The radio’s silence is deafening. It has so far refused to utter a single word, ever since I bore witness to my colleague’s death - or at...

There is something utterly disconcerting about expecting death, only for it to not arrive. Of all the things that one might expect Death ...

Today is Sunday, so the bookshop is closed. I sent a message over the phone to my colleague last night, after I recovered from the shock ...

Death has ever been at the forefront of the Human agenda for one very simple reason: it is, undeniably and unequivocally, a remarkably us...

I had always, as a child, wished for a world in which magic was real. Not the “magic” one might encounter at a show or a birthday event -...

No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to remember much about the next day - it lurks on the outskirts of my memory, hazy and elusive, l...

Silence. I took a moment to compose myself. My entire body had tensed up to the point where my muscles hurt, and I let out an embarrassed...

I stood by the river's edge for some time, pondering. It was already past sundown, and the street lamps had flickered on a while ago. Emb...

Hello. Before I begin, I believe at least a short introduction is in order. My name is John M. Aznárez, and I work in a small antique boo...