I’m thrilled to have one of my stories featured in Winter 2025 Issue of
The Penn Review.
When Ryan returns from college for one friend's funeral, a midnight drive to the dunes with the friend who caused it becomes a reckoning with grief, addiction, and the terrible limits of love.
Jon’s therapist tells him to stop looking backward—but when he learns about the Archive of Unsent Messages, he can’t let it go. Some silences were never meant to be heard … or were they?
Published in CaféLit Magazine!
In the hush of a midnight church, Máté Nádasdy watches two strangers search for something beneath the altar. By morning, a truth will surface that leaves him questioning the mercy he once believed in.
On a quiet hillside beneath a waiting sky, a man lies still, listening for the moment everything will begin.
An Infinite Capacity
As published in the Twin Bird Review.
At the lake’s edge, he stirs a familiar chowder—then casts something irreplaceable into the water.
Heir Inapparent
A dying man’s final suit hides more than thread and silk—it conceals the key to a fortune, and possibly, a motive for murder. As Máté Nádasdy and Júlia Ruspoli dig deeper, they uncover a legacy of betrayal written not in ink, but in blood.
After a brutal attack leaves Máté Nádasdy bleeding in a storm-drenched alley, he takes refuge in an abandoned mill, stalked by two men bent on finishing what they started. With his memory fractured and danger closing in, Máté must survive the night—and piece together what he carries that others would kill for.
Virrasztás (Vigil)
On a snow-swept night in Budapest, Máté Nádasdy waits to prevent an assassination no one else cares to stop. But when the would-be killer turns out to be a ghost from his past, the vigil becomes a reckoning.
Rook Sacrifice
A high-stakes chess match in an exclusive Budapest club draws gamblers, aristocrats, and a desperate player with everything to lose. But as Lieutenant Máté Nádasdy watches the pieces move, he realizes the real game is being played off the board.
The wheat was too green, the mist too thick, swallowing the fence line and muting the world beyond. Something was wrong here, though whether in the field or in himself, Lucas couldn’t yet say.