Fiction – The CJBuzz

A City of Masks

The fight changes when you learn who’s holding the strings.

Some hauntings demand terror. Others just demand coffee.

Ever wonder why you walk into the kitchen and forget what you came for? Our alien observers finally explain.

The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat

In this town, no one speaks above a whisper — and the quiet watches.

August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...

Something is coming—something no roar can stop.

By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.

In memory of our sweet Lila.

One dream. Two lives. For Daniel, the sky was freedom. For Laila, it was a prison made of fear...