Short story / Literary suspense
The Stash
A grieving nineteen-year-old in Dubai agrees to hold a stranger's stash, and the paranoia starts.
- Status
- Outlined. Writing it here, scene by scene.
- Length
- Nothing drafted yet
- This draft
- First draft, October 2026
Shinji is nineteen and in Dubai, trying to outrun the grief of his fiancée's recent death. A wealthy stranger known only as the Prince walks into his hotel room uninvited and leaves a stash of drugs behind. Shinji, numb, agrees to hold it.
That small yes sets everything off: hotel rooms, hallways, the little restaurant where he works, a cop in the lobby and silent figures who keep turning up. Is he being followed, or coming apart?
- Started as a dream on October 8, 2014.
- Paranoia in tight spaces: one city, one hotel, one man, one bad decision.
- The ending stays open on purpose.
- Touchstones: Murakami, Paul Auster and The Talented Mr. Ripley.
Nothing drafted yet. This is where they'll show up as I write them, so check back.
Version history1 draft
Current · October 2026
First draft
The first draft, written in the open. Scenes appear here as they're finished.