Sandor Szabo
Bio
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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The Weight of Forever. Runner-Up in The Life-Extending Conundrum Challenge.
The first time Isla rode the elevator up through the clouds she forgot to breathe. Below her, the city flickered, old neon signs, expansive holographic ads begging for attention as they fought the ever-present rain and hazy smog that covered the city in perpetual dusk. The higher the elevator rose, the less Isla could smell the rust, the carbon.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Longevity
The Bitter Winter of 1944. Top Story - March 2025.
The cold in 1944 was unnatural—it was a cold that breathed. It moved beneath your skin, coiled in your lungs. Private Ben Mercer had stopped feeling his fingers days ago, but each morning he counted them like rosary beads. Ten. Always ten.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Fiction
Exit Interviews
The waiting room reeked of stale coffee and cheap creamer. The peculiar bouquet familiar to places that process hope in numbered slips. Death shifted uncomfortably in a too small chair ill suited for his bony frame. Beside him his scythe leaned against the wall like an old violin in a world that had long forgotten music.
By Sandor Szabo11 months ago in Longevity
My Dearest Samuel, Your Thomas
April 14, 1863 Fredericksburg, Virginia
By Sandor Szaboabout a year ago in History
Crunch . Content Warning.
I love the sound of a good crunch. I love gravel crunching under tires; It reminds me of the way autumn leaves crunch. It reminds me of the way snow crunches as my foot compacts snow into tighter layers. The sound of something giving way under the pressure of something heavier, stronger.
By Sandor Szaboabout a year ago in Criminal
The Curious Journal of Henry Abernathy . Content Warning.
The Journal of Henry Abernathy Growing up, my family always told the story of how we could trace our lineage back to the Revolutionary War. “Your great-great-great-great-great, was that too many greats? Well, anyway, Grandfather Thaddeus Abernathy fought with Washington!” My father would say. I never put too much thought to it, always assuming it was the hyperbole of family lore, until this year. Starting my junior year at Arizona State University, (go Sun Devils!), I was enrolled in a genetics class that had me wondering if there was any truth to the reports. So, I started digging.
By Sandor Szaboabout a year ago in Horror
Unmoored
I can’t tell you the exact day I realized time was slipping through my fingers. I can only tell you the day I first slipped. But that story comes later. The truth is, it wasn’t sudden. It was a slow unraveling, like the unraveling of a favorite dress—the kind you save for special occasions. At first, you barely notice. Then time pulls harder, and suddenly, you’re somewhere else entirely.
By Sandor Szaboabout a year ago in Futurism
