The Archive

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...