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Time-Locked

A chronically late office worker discovers that clocks around them run at different speeds, creating temporal pockets that reflect their true relationship with time.

The conference room clock ticks three seconds behind the hallway clock, which runs seventeen seconds ahead of my phone. The discrepancy creates a low-frequency hum that I seem to be the only one who notices—temporal tinnitus that started six months ago and has been worsening ever since. "Riley, are you with us?" Janet's voice cuts through the chronological static. I blink back to the present moment, which is 2:47 PM accor...

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The Peace Gardens

When plants become repositories for the unspoken words of the dead, two estranged siblings must listen to their mother's garden to heal a twenty-year rift.

The Peace GardensThe rosemary sounds like static when it's angry—seventeen years of Margaret Chen's voice, crackling with accusations about ungrateful children and wasted piano lessons. I planted it next to the sage three days ago—sage that hums with the same woman's whispered apologies to empty rooms. Now they're doing something I've never heard before. The rosemary's static is softening. The sage's hum is getting strong...

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The Memorist

Inheriting her grandmother's ability to taste memories, she guards a preserved blackberry holding future visions while scientists seek to control what we remember.

My grandmother could taste memories. The first occasion I experienced this was when I was seven years old. We gathered around her kitchen table, with sunlight streaming through the timeworn lace curtains. She scooped up blackberry cobbler with her spoon, brought it to her mouth, and shut her eyes. Her expression changed—not merely with the enjoyment of sugary taste, but with a more profound emotion. "August 1962," she whi...