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Aden Albert

Aden Albert

12
Nov
An obscured nude man bending at the waist, inside an open refrigerator, the space around him total darkness

Yourself

You do not know how to sound like yourself. Or if it is worth it, to try.
11 min read
12
Jul
A broken circle of a manhole leading to dark shadow in a road scraped free of asphalt

A Leash Pulls

Manchester Woodbury follows the owner of his favorite bistro down cobblestone streets. If he knows what he's getting in to, does he know how to get out?
13 min read
12
Jan
A portrait of a deer swathed in menacing shadow

The Hart

After the flood, Mr. Rabbit finds something that needs his help.
7 min read
12
Sep
The silhouette of a person's head and shoulders in front of a sweeping solar system's analemma

The Length of a Line is the Space of One Breath

A repair ship at the edge of space. A distress call from a station at the edge of a white hole. A decision at the edge of duty and regret.
22 min read
12
May
A young girl, her blonde hair blown into tendrils by the wind, face obscured

A short story.

What am I going to do with you? The little girl looks at him. What do you mean? It’s something I say because I love you, he says, in the beginning of the story.
7 min read
12
Apr
A riot of loose photographs makes a palimpsest of memories

End of the Road

Pash waits in a public place to talk to Walker Tilley for her school project. She’s told a friend. But she doesn’t know Walker, or how he's going to react.
8 min read
12
Mar
A single lamp casts a wan yellow light on a pillow and an empty bed in a pitch-black room

We, the Dark

We have lived here for a long time. We have slept for a long time. But now we are awake. And we do what we cannot escape.
7 min read
12
Feb
Enormous staircases behind a balcony wrapped in shadow

Advance Against Royalties

Twelfth and Semple's Used Books is the target for desperate people's last big score. Sanna is no different. Except she has no intention of ever coming back.
26 min read
12
Jan
Endless dunes of black sand, like a sea of whispering obsidian

Our Labors End

The light never changes. There is no day or night. There is the Fisher, and the boat, and the Spout, and the work, forever.
9 min read
12
Nov
A rotting building with peeling paint stands in the fog with barren trees around it

Howard

How did Howard's life turn out like this? A grinding job in a ground-down town, in a story from THE LAND OF CLOSED DOORS.
14 min read