Every day, you take the same train at the same time. And every day, you notice the same stranger sitting across from you, always reading a book you love. Today, they finally look up… and smile.
While cleaning out an old attic, you find a dusty, forgotten mirror. When you wipe away the grime, your reflection doesn’t move with you—it smiles when you haven’t, blinks when your eyes are still. Then, it raises a hand and points behind you.
As you walk through a dense fog, you realize the ground beneath you has changed—it’s no longer the familiar path you started on. A shape looms ahead, but you don’t recognize it. Then, you see the shadow move closer…
Lately, I’ve been posting a few short stories here on my site. I’ve found that writing short stories—and even quick 5-minute writing prompts—has been incredibly helpful in refining my skills for writing novels, novellas, and other long-form projects.