Sharon X Wong

Writer of words. Builder of worlds.

Category: Summer at Hotel Fulcrum

Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 9: Portal

This is the ninth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 8, you can read it here.

Part 9: Portal

Janet went in early for her shift the next day. Felicia was at her desk, as always. 

“How did things go last night?”

“The portals are still closed, if that’s what you mean. Our Exile Prince has gone to the basement to work in peace.”

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 8: Meetings

This is the eighth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 7, you can read it here.

Part 8: Meetings

Smith’s office was larger than Janet remembered it. It was the same room — there was the mahogany desk, with the scented candles and the dim lamps, and the carpet was the same shade of blood red. But now instead of being a small close space, it was large enough to seat ten people. Magic again. At least it meant they’d be comfortable. It wasn’t just Smith, Hela and Felicia here, but three other staff — she knew the head cook, Frankl, and she’d seen the two tall men in blue in the lobby, acting as porters, but didn’t know their names. Janet sank into a leather armchair, noting that the edges of the room were still shadowy. Perhaps there weren’t any walls in this room, just a patch of light that grew and shrank. There was no way to be comfortable here, now she knew this room was designed so her thoughts could be read.

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 7: Room Service

This is the seventh part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 6, you can read it here.

Part 7: Room Service

Janet spent the next few shifts on high alert, expecting Robin or Paxton to pop up, or for Hela or Smith to grill her about what she had done. Grill her, and then fire her. But nothing happened. She helped Hela organise the basement storeroom, and then the one next to it, and after that they moved onto laundering and sorting the linens. 

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 6: Felicia

This is the sixth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 5, you can read it here.

Part 6: Felicia

Janet glanced at her watch. Her shift had ended at half past nine. It was now past midnight. Where had the time gone? She looked up at Paxton. “I need to leave without getting lost and without anyone seeing me. I don’t suppose you can help me with either one of those?”

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 5 : Mind Tricks

This is the fifth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 4, you can read it here.

Part 5: Mind Tricks

Janet stared at the impossible people before her. Robin Foxglove and Paxton Blackthorn stood before her, just as she had seen them before. Only they should not be in the basement. Hadn’t they left the hotel? And how was she in the basement?

“I’m dreaming,” she said. “I have to be.”

“Please, mistress,” said Robin, “it’s no dream. We need your help.”

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 4: Decluttering

This is the fourth part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 3, you can read it here.

Part 4: Decluttering

Hela was waiting by the front desk when Janet showed up for her shift the next day.

“You again? When do I meet the rest of the staff?” Janet winced. “I mean, sorry.” Think before you open your damn mouth.

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 3: Anchor

This is the third part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 2, you can read it here.

Part 3: Anchor

Janet slumped against the wall, eyes fixed on the gaping hole had replaced most of the lobby floor. She was vaguely aware of people crammed against the other walls, but she could not look away from the bottomless depth at her feet. “What the hell is going on?”

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 2: First Shift

This is the second part of my fortnightly serial. If you missed Part 1, you can read it here.

Part 2: First Shift

Hotel Fulcrum was a square brick building, four stories high, roof tiled in white. No balconies — no view. No valet attendant, just a square car park, almost empty. On the other side of the car park was a petrol station. Nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary.

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Summer at Hotel Fulcrum, Part 1: Interview

This is Part 1 of my new fortnightly serial. Stick around to find out what happens next!

Part 1: Interview

“So,” said Janet Ling, “I guess those are the skills I could use to work here at Hotel Fulcrum.” She coughed. “I do have a variety of them.”

“I see,” said her interviewer, Mr. James L. Smith, Hotel Manager. (The glossy black name-plaque with the gold scrolling was difficult to ignore.) He examined the resume that lay on the mahogany desk before him.

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