Author: Sonia M. Rompoti
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The Night Shift
Dr. Amara Osei had been awake for nineteen hours when the new cardiologist walked into the break room at 3 AM, took one look at the state of the coffee machine, and wordlessly dismantled it, cleaned the filter, and reassembled it in under four minutes. She stared at him. He pressed brew. “That machine was…
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Borrowed Thunder
The worst thing about Rowan Blackwood was not his scowl, which was impressive, or his silences, which could fill a room, or his absolute refusal to participate in office small talk, which Lily had documented across fourteen failed attempts. The worst thing about Rowan Blackwood was that when he smiled — which was rare, which…
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Mothers, Magic, and Main Characters Who Refuse to Disappear
For Mother’s Day, let’s discuss women who give everything and still deserve more. Motherhood is often spoken about in extremes. It is either presented as saintly self-sacrifice wrapped in soft lighting, or as chaos served cold with laundry on the side. Real mothers know the truth lives somewhere in the middle. It is devotion and…
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Writing by Moonlight: My Slightly Unhinged Ritual for Finishing Books
No, you don’t need candles. But they do help with the drama. There are two kinds of people in the writing world. The first kind wakes at dawn, drinks water, stretches, writes two thousand polished words in silence, and somehow remembers where they left their good pen. Suspicious behavior. The second kind stares into the…
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All The Ways He Stayed
She noticed the small things first. That was always how it went with Zara — not the grand gestures, which she distrusted on principle, but the quiet accumulation of evidence. Kai had been leaving evidence for months. He remembered she took her tea without sugar. He saved the window seat for her in their shared…
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Saltwater
She’d come to Crete to get over a man. She had not expected to meet another one on the first day, on her beach, sharing her particular patch of sun like it was the most natural thing in the world, reading the same book she was reading with the same dog-eared copy of *Giovanni’s Room*…
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The Architecture of Almost
The thing about wanting your colleague was that it didn’t stop just because you told it to. Sophie had been telling hers to stop for approximately eleven months, two weeks, and — she checked her watch — four days, and it had ignored every single instruction. Marcus set his coffee down on the table across…
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Sunday Pancakes
The first time Nora realised she was completely, irreversibly in love with her best friend, she was watching him make pancakes in her kitchen at seven in the morning wearing her spare set of keys on his wrist like a bracelet, because he’d forgotten them there last Sunday and hadn’t given them back, and she…
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The Wrong Room
The hotel key worked perfectly — that was the problem. If it hadn’t, Mia would never have opened the door, never have walked into the steam-thick bathroom expecting an empty room, and never have come face to face with the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life, wrapped in nothing but a…
Sonia M. Rompoti, MSc, Bsc 