Aspen Noble
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I draw inspiration from folklore, history, and the poetry of survival. My stories explore the boundaries between mercy and control, faith and freedom, and the cost of reclaiming one’s own magic.
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Threshold. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Every night at 3:03, my door remembers a hand that isn’t there. The first time, I sat up in bed convinced I’d dreamed it. The second time, the sound was so exact that I reached for my phone before my eyes opened, thumb finding the clock in the dark. 3:03. One knock. Not a rattle or tick of old pipes, not the sloppy stutter of someone stumbling down the hall. A single, patient knock. As if the night had put a finger to its lips and then tapped once to say hush, listen.
By Aspen Noble4 months ago in Fiction
The Room on the Plans. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
The first time I saw the room, it was a photocopy at the city office, third floor, Planning and Development. Fluorescent lights buzzed like gnats. The clerk, a man in a loose tie and a loose understanding of urgency, slid the papers across the counter as if he were sending a raft down a lazy river.
By Aspen Noble5 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Dreams
He woke up before the alarm, the pale blue of the room already suggesting water. Adrian lay still and watched the ceiling ripple. He had learned not to blink too soon. If he blinked, the shoreline would break. If he reached for his phone, the stairs would vanish. The maps required a quiet mind and an honest failure to wake.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
Midnight at Mount Grace
June sat in the car a moment longer than necessary, engine off, hands curled loosely around the steering wheel like she wasn’t quite ready to let go. Outside, the trailhead sign for Mount Grace leaned slightly to the left. Only the edges were visible, half-sunk into a bed of goldenrod. The sun had dipped behind the tree line, leaving the woods lit by that strange in-between light. Neither day nor night, dusk and the long hush that came with it.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
Shore Leave. Winner in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge. Content Warning.
I. Landing Reed stood on the porch and stared out at the view like it was behind glass. The cabin was perched high enough above the fjord to see its whole serpentine length stretching out into the distant horizon. Water like hammered silver. Pine trees lining both banks like a sea of dark velvet. Sunlight poured in low from the west, gold-plating the hills in a way that would have made a photographer weep with joy. A gull cawed overhead. Something rustled through the grass. Somewhere, distant, a dog barked twice and then fell silent.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
The 2:22 to Nowhere. Content Warning.
The first thing he noticed was the overhead light. Fluorescent, humming slightly and the exact shade of beige that only government buildings and hospital waiting rooms could manage. Then the smell hit: over-worn upholstery, faint antiseptic, and something oddly sweet, like wilted flowers left too long in water.
By Aspen Noble6 months ago in Fiction
