Books
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Kianna
The humidity of the Louisiana bayous hung heavy over the porch, thick with the scent of damp earth and the sharp, medicinal tang of cheap bourbon. Inside the small, sagging house, the air was stagnant, filled with the intermittent, glass-clinking rhythm of her parents’ evening routine. Kianna sat on the front step, her hands sore from stacking shelves at the ‘Shop & Save’. Every cent she earned was surrendered at the kitchen table by Friday night. It was a tax on her existence, a toll paid in blood and sweat to fuel the numbness that kept her parents from noticing the world around them. She loved them—she told herself this…
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Mundotron
Pascal and Ada had traded their brilliance for stock options, watching their code be butchered by middle managers and “bean counters” until their revolutionary software was nothing more than a vehicle for targeted ads. When the exit finally came, the bank accounts were astronomical, but their souls felt like discarded hardware. They spent months wandering. They hiked the Andes, sailed the Mediterranean, and trekked through the neon humidity of Tokyo. But travel, they discovered, was a tedious theater of fatigue. It was long lines, lost luggage, and the crushing realization that the world was becoming a curated museum for the wealthy. That was the spark. They created a new way…
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Jane ‘N Jake
The worn-out swing set in Jake’s backyard had witnessed Jake and Jane’s entire existence. From scraped knees and shared secrets to whispered dreams under a blanket fort, their lives were a tapestry woven with the threads of familiarity. They were the two constants in each other’s ever-shifting worlds. Even at thirteen, when the awkward world of group dates introduced them to the perplexing dynamics of teenage romance, there was an unspoken understanding, a magnetic pull that set them apart. While others navigated the chaotic currents of pop songs and fickle affections, Jake and Jane found their harbor in each other. Their romance, if one could call it that at such…
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Beatrice
Beatriz Ratzinger, a name that tasted faintly of old libraries and the crisp scent of new ink, was, to all outward appearances, just like many other girls. She navigated the labyrinthine social halls of Pasco High with the same practiced ease, her backpack slung just so, a carefully curated playlist humming in her ears. Yet, beneath the polished veneer of adolescent normalcy, Beatriz harbored a secret, or rather, a collection of them. They were outspoken, social butterflies who reveled in human interaction. More importantly, they cared about their appearance, not to the point of runway perfection, but with an undeniable polish. They were, as Beatriz often mused, “runway adjacent.” The…
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Revenge
Richard Taylor’s childhood was a battlefield, not of nations, but of his own home. Barney and Lena, his parents, waged war over everything – the burnt toast, the misplaced socks, the very air they breathed. Their arguments were a cacophony that echoed through the thin walls of their house, a constant reminder of their mutual animosity. Richard, a silent observer in this domestic war zone, concluded that their marriage was a last resort, a pact made by two souls too unlovable for anyone else. The only solace he found was in the quiet hum of the external world, a world he desperately yearned to inhabit. At eighteen, armed with little…
