Avery Holden

Survival is never neutral. Behind Enemy Lines is a gripping collection of twenty short stories set where borders collapse, loyalties blur, and the cost of survival is measured in impossible choices. Across jungles, frozen roads, occupied cities, underground bunkers, salt mines, data centers, river crossings, and distant colonies, soldiers and civilians alike are forced into moments where morality matters more than allegiance. A cartographer must redraw borders to save a village. A radio operator fights silence itself. A medic stitches enemies under threat of death. A child negotiates ceasefire with a song. These are not stories of heroes waving flags. They are stories of people trapped between orders and conscience - where the real front line runs through human hearts. Dark, tense, and quietly defiant, Behind Enemy Lines explores war not as spectacle, but as consequence. Perfect for readers of: Modern military fiction Literary war stories Speculative and near-future conflict Moral, character-driven short fiction

At exactly midnight, the entire neighborhood of Crescent Lane falls silent. Not quiet. Silent. No voices. No footsteps. No wind. No sound at all. Widow Marian Cole and her eight-year-old son Eli wake to discover that sound itself has vanished - and that the shadows around them are no longer behaving as shadows should. They move independently. They watch. And when they begin to speak, they speak with voices stolen from memory, grief, and the dead. As panic spreads through the neighborhood, buried secrets are dragged into the open. Lies take shape. Guilt becomes predatory. And something ancient - known only as the Listener - awakens in the silence between unspoken truths. To survive, Marian must confront the darkest parts of herself, while Eli discovers a terrifying gift: the ability to hear what others refuse to say - and what the darkness has been waiting centuries to consume. No Voices After Midnight is a harrowing psychological horror novel about secrecy, grief, and the cost of silence - where truth has weight, shadows have hunger, and the things we hide are never truly gone.