by Pat Bove | Jan 17, 2025 | A Short Story
The day he stabbed me, it was my fault. Nobody knew his real name. Not even when I had him arrested. I spent money out of my pocket for a private investigator to find something—anything. But every resource came up empty: no background, no fingerprints, no identity....
by Pat Bove | Jan 17, 2025 | A Short Story
Diana was three when she first vanished during hide-and-seek. It took me hours to find her. And let’s be clear—no three-year-old is good at hiding. So after too many games that ended with me giving up, I strapped a camera to her head. What I saw that day still haunts...
by Pat Bove | Jan 17, 2025 | A Short Story, Most Popular
Historian’s Log: Babylon, June 10th, 323 BC. I move as a ghost. Passing through throngs of merchants and beggars and whores and I see this ancient world in all its unfiltered glory. This was the day that Alexander the Great is to die. The cause of Alexander’s...
by Pat Bove | Jan 17, 2025 | A Short Story
The alarm sounded throughout the archive facility. Flashing lights of red and white sliced through the sterile corridors of steel. The air hummed faintly, a reminder of the facility’s immense power grid. Inlaid panels displayed cryptic readouts, pulsating dark red as...
by Pat Bove | Jan 17, 2025 | Flash Fiction
There was a jumper that morning. I felt nothing. I usually run the Brooklyn Bridge every morning, but that day, twirling red and blue lights disrupted the routine. A crowd had formed around the police blockade. “He was wearing a suit,” someone said. “Must be some...
