Albert Initiative

Albert Investigates

Short-story

Entertaining short stories

  • The Siege of Blackthorn Keep – Act II

    The Siege of Blackthorn Keep – Act II

    The moon had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the scorched earth surrounding Blackthorn Keep. The battlefield lay in uneasy silence, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the distant, rhythmic march of the approaching force. Ser Edric of Ravenspire stood among the remnants of his men, bloodied but unbowed, his sword Read more


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  • The Siege of Blackthorn Keep

    The Siege of Blackthorn Keep

    Part One The moon hung low over the jagged cliffs surrounding Blackthorn Keep, its pale light casting an eerie glow on the blood-soaked battlefield below. Ser Edric of Ravenspire stood among the chaos, his breath ragged and sword heavy with the gore of countless foes. The keep’s defenders, outnumbered and weary, fought valiantly against the Read more


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  • The Signal

    The Signal

    In the year 2237, Earth had long since outgrown its cradle. Humanity’s reach extended across the solar system, with bustling colonies on Mars, Europa, and Titan. But despite their advancements, they still hadn’t found what they truly sought: evidence of other intelligent life. Dr. Elara Blackstone, a leading astrophysicist, sat in the observation deck of Read more


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  • The Clockmaker’s Secret

    The Clockmaker’s Secret

    In the heart of a quiet, fog-laden town stood a workshop that hummed with the rhythmic tick-tock of countless clocks. Its owner, Ambrose Wren, was a solitary man, his bent frame and meticulous hands as much a part of the shop as the brass gears and wooden cases that lined the shelves. Ambrose’s clocks were Read more


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  • A Chance Encounter

    A Chance Encounter

    The coffee shop on Maple Street wasn’t particularly remarkable. Its walls were painted a tired beige, the chairs wobbled slightly, and the Wi-Fi was as unreliable as a cat’s affection. Still, for Eleanor, it was her haven. She came every Friday at 8 a.m., armed with her notebook and a desire to people-watch while pretending Read more


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