Sandor Szabo

Joined January 2022

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I’m looking to find a home for wayward words. I write a little bit of everything from the strange, to the moody, to a little bit haunted. If my work speaks to you, drop me a comment or visit my Linktree

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Everything I've Ever Written is Regurgitated- And Yours Is Too!
Recently, I was flipping through facebook reels— yes, I’m old— when I saw an ad that caught my attention. On screen: colossal beasts with gleaming mechanical skeletons and ragged, battle-scarred hides stomped through a scorched wasteland, flanked by ragtag scavengers and grim-faced soldiers leveling rifles like it's their last stand.
By Sandor Szabo4 months ago in Writers
Gabriella’s Wedding Speech
Hello everyone, my name is Sandor, I’m the oldest brother. I know there are a lot of us siblings, but yesterday Krisztofer accidentally decided he was going to reduce us to our attributes like we’re Snow White and the seven dwarves.
By Sandor Szabo4 months ago in Families
The Smoke of Their Torment . Top Story - October 2025. Content Warning.
Mama, I’m so sorry. I’m so damned sorry. I tried to wash up but in this poor lamplight I can hardly tell whats ink and whats his blood. I ain’t bad, mama. I swear I aint. And I’ll always be your boy. Remember that time I caught us that whopper of a catfish. You and daddy was so proud, we was all so hungry.
By Sandor Szabo4 months ago in Fiction
How Much Space Does a Man Need?
I find it interesting that the richer you are the more goddamn space you take up. Palaces swallow acres, while the rest of us rot in the broom closets and cupboards of America. Yachts drag their fat bellies across the water while men claw for a door or a table— rats fighting for a plank in the shipwreck.
By Sandor Szabo4 months ago in Poets
The Organization . Top Story - September 2025.
“Take the Bermuda Triangle, for example.” Rolan said, gesticulating wildly with his 8th, or possibly 9th, Styrofoam cup of coffee.
By Sandor Szabo5 months ago in Fiction
The Haint of Blue Heron Creek. Winner in Leave the Light On Challenge. Top Story - August 2025.
Nate stirred the soup even though it didn’t need stirring. The can said “hearty beef,” but it was thin as brown ditchwater. The floating bits of gristle reminded Nate of drowning insects, bobbing in the creek. Behind him, Ty sat on the kitchen floor, coloring. The waxy scrape of crayon on paper grated on Nate’s nerves.
By Sandor Szabo7 months ago in Fiction
Room Three . Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Top Story - June 2025. Content Warning.
Six years gone. But, I still flinch at 7:14pm. First shift, travel nurse, the hospital: clamped to the spine of a jagged mountain.
By Sandor Szabo9 months ago in Poets
2:13 a.m.
I miss you. Well. Not you. I miss you wanting me. I miss the way I’d get excited when I’d see your name light up on my phone.
By Sandor Szabo10 months ago in Poets
The Archivist . First Place in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge. Top Story - May 2025.
“I need to forget her,” The old man said turning his wedding ring with his thumb like he was tracing the edge of a bruise.
By Sandor Szabo10 months ago in Futurism
The Dead Man’s Switch - The Last Command
0530 UTC, T -30 minutes to Go/No-Go Check Every morning, Commander Kellan Scott woke up knowing he could end the world. Fingers shaking, he unzipped his sleeping bag, kicked off the wall, and glided to the viewport in his ISS quarters.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Fiction
To my cat
A Haiku Silent little hunt, tail low, stalking cotton prey. Sock couldn’t survive.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Poets
A Basement Confession
The vending machine in the hospital basement only accepts secrets instead of coins. I was running on fumes, desperate for caffeine. The burn behind my eyes threatening to push me over a cliff I’d been toeing the last three nights.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Fiction