Stefan lies on his back upon the ground, surrounded in darkness. Cool, soft blades of grass hold him aloft; they make for the most soothing blanket for his bare skin. Above him, high up in the summer night sky, he...

Reaching Her

"A warm light shines brightly through the cold and shadow"

Tomasz is cold. He shouldn’t be. It’s mid-morning, summer, and the city is in the middle of what the voice on the radio had described as a heat wave. On top of that, the air conditioner mounted on the bedroom...

Shifts

"A night of waiting unfolds into a morning of passion"

It’s nearly midnight and Aya thinks to herself that she should probably be getting some sleep, not standing on her balcony, and definitely not eating a popsicle while doing so. It’s too damn hot in the apartment tonight, though. The...