Cold – Part Two

"Shared trauma doesn’t just stay with you—it bears you forward. Shapes you. Lets you begin again."

Elias Wood didn’t have time to brace. He was halfway up the stairs when the ship tore sideways. Metal screamed against stone. His leg caught the edge of a step—low, fast. More bruised ego than blood.He hauled himself upright, breath...

Cold – Part One

"Internet fame was her escape plan. Antarctica wasn’t. But down there, what numbed her wasn’t the cold—it was seeing her own hurt in someone else."

Ivy Murrow watched the world through her iPhone lens, the same way she’d learned to watch everything over the past few years—arm’s length, slightly filtered, always recording. The Solstice VI dipped lazily in the ocean slush while the crew moved...

He Brews in Her Cauldron of Sin

"The day the Devil filled herself with the love of God, the angels fell, and Heaven learned to revere sodomy."

"Your one o’clock appointment is here, Chief," Angelica, the ever-dutiful receptionist, chattered through the Heavenly intercom.God sighed.And somewhere on Earth, a thunderstorm brewed.This meeting had been on His agenda every Thursday since the beginning of time.Why would today be any...

The Blossoming Of Veronica – Part Eight: Drifting

"Chasing rainbows through the cracks of in-between, where the ghosts of who we were still whisper."

It was Henry who still fought.He served breakfast in bed. Strong, motherfucking coffee for me, honeyed tea for her. Bacon and pancakes laced in syrup. And on my plate, a small square of Belgian chocolate. The ones that would have...

The Blossoming Of Veronica – Part Five: Hunger

"March became April. Winter surrendered. Desire became hunger. And waiting? The waiting is the hardest part."

The soft glow of streetlights filtered through the window, casting flickering shadows on the ceiling. The air was thick with the slow, curling tendrils of smoke, the sharp, earthy scent of weed wrapping around us like a blanket.The big rift...

The Blossoming of Veronica – Part Four: A World of Trouble

"Alice had unwrapped my cocoon, and now, the world trembled under the flutter of my wings"

I woke with a jolt, stirred from a dream that wasn’t mine.Alice was murmuring in her sleep, words tangled and soft, lost in the haze of unconsciousness. Her nose twitched, delicate and restless. Then, suddenly—her eyes fluttered open.For a moment,...