The rain in Dunedin in '94 wasn't just water; it felt like the sky was shedding a million tiny, cold needles. Chloe pulled her threadbare...

The rain outside Sera's sleek Queen Anne penthouse mirrored the low hum of tension in the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a...

The cab screeched to a halt in the dimly lit alleyway, the "usual place." It wasn't much: a rusted fire escape clinging to the side of a...

The Forum Melbourne's backstage, now a scene of stark emptiness, echoed with the lingering tension of the night. Nova stood, the security...

Listen up, Tipsters! This isn't your typical celebrity gossip. This is a story of injustice, and it's a story that will stay with you...

Chapter 7: Echoes of the Past, Seeds of the Future

Hello, history buffs and scandal seekers! The Tipster here, bringing you the inside scoop on a disaster that's more than just a movie...

Hey Upper East Siders… I mean, History Buffs! The Tipster here, and I've got the inside scoop on a national monument that's more than...

The Forum Melbourne hummed with the low thrum of amps. Nova tapped the mic, a sharp check-check  echoing through the empty hall. He...

"This champagne tastes like disappointment," Eryenne declared, swirling the bubbly liquid in her flute with a dramatic sigh. "Someone get...

The Great Crash The bell rang, a deafening clang that echoed through the trading floor. The ticker tape, once a relentless dance of...

Anya glanced at her phone, a small smile creeping across her face. It's been a few days since she read Nova's message, and it was still...

Previously: The Fame Game. ACT I.

"Nova, look at me," Riley said, her voice a mix of excitement and anticipation. She adjusted her designer dress, her eyes sparkling with...

The basement was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape the suffocating atmosphere of her home. The dim light cast long, dancing...

The smog hung heavy over South Central, mirroring the weight on my chest as I pushed open the screen door. The stench of burnt toast and...

Chapter 1: Beneath the Willow

Neon bled into the grimy rain slicking Woodward Avenue. Sirens wailed a mournful symphony in the distance, a constant soundtrack to 1986...

A memoir by Ash Tonee

The rusted sign of "Rusty's Repairs" creaked in the perpetual wind that clawed at the skeletal remains of Steelhaven. Rain, a grimy, oily...