The Infinite Starr

short-story

  • The Convergence of Shadow & Flame

    The room was nothing but darkness and breath, a black velvet void where time had long ago decided it was no longer needed. There were no walls, no doors, no clocks, no windows—only a single white spotlight hanging like a quiet moon above two figures seated across from each other. She was the Mind, sharp-eyed,…

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  • The One Who Would Not Rest

    He speaks to her the way night speaks to the moon—soft, patient, knowing she will never stop rising. She was the mind that would not sleep. The girl who entered college before her peers, already years ahead in curiosity, already centuries ahead in hunger. While others memorized answers to questions they barely understood, she dissected…

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  • The Witch’s Warning

    What was mine but taken from me shall be returned.One. Two. Three.The staff strikes the earth. The sound cracks through the air like thunder splitting the bones of silence. The old spirits stir. Dust rises. The world tilts to listen. Hear this:What is mine is not yours.What you took in greed or deceit, what you…

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  • The UnGOSPEL DREaM

    There are no more nights for wishes.No more upturned faces whispering to falling stars.The heavens don’t trade in longing anymore—they only echo what already is. We walk the trembling linebetween here and there,between the heartbeat of matterand the breath that keeps pretending it’s alive.The walls hum in color now,breathing, shifting,wearing masks of meaningfor those who…

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  • The Neon Watchtower

    Somewhere in the night, under a flickering neon sign that hums like a dying prayer, the answer waits.It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t wave you in.It just glows—cold, patient, and already knowing you won’t listen. There are no friends on these streets.Only hands that reach out to take,eyes that scan for weakness,souls too cracked to hold…

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  • Bridge To Cross

    They say words mean something or nothing at all. In the old wing of the mind, where curtains never quite let daylight in, those words gather like dust and like prayer. They could be true, false, or the careful lies someone tells themselves to make a wound less loud. In that place she lived—always moving,…

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  • The Shadow That Learned to Love

    She moved away from everything that was, everything that could have been, and everything that still tried to cling. Always moving, never lingering. The past threw its reminders at her feet, but none of them were worth gathering. A slate wiped clean was all that mattered, for time was not to be wasted—it was to…

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  • First thought

    It wasn’t named yet. The thing the child saw. It had no label, no boundary, no fixed place in the catalog of what’s real and what’s not. It just was. Suspended there like a question that had forgotten how to end. The child blinked. It didn’t go away.Instead, it shimmered — not like light, but…

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  • The Mirror

    The mirror in the hallway blinked before you did. It didn’t speak. It didn’t shimmer. It simply waited. You told yourself it was your imagination—the way the air thickened when you passed, the way your reflection lingered a second too long. But you felt it. That hum beneath the surface. That presence watching from behind…

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  • Don’t ask them- they were lost.

    It was what it was.Two souls colliding at the perfect moment—not perfect in love or fate or forever, but perfect in their ache. Two broken bodies haunted by the ghost that just slipped out the door, still smelling the smoke of the bridge that just burned behind them. They didn’t want forever. They didn’t even…

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