"The morning after blurred memories and electric touches, Matthew finds himself falling for a very special girl..."
Matthew's eyes fluttered open, the morning light stabbing at his skull. He groaned, shielding his face with his forearm. The room spun lazily, a hazy carousel of memory fragments—loud music, flashing lights, the taste of cheap beer, and her. His...
"Memory is a way of telling you what's important to you - Salman Rushdie."
Flickering sunlight seeped around the edges of her eyelids. The rays energized a phantom drummer who had trespassed into her skull overnight. Dark percussion squalls throbbed against her temples, ebbing and flowing with every twitch of her waking body.Unmoored, she...
My eyes jerk open to the clock glowing 3:35.Trying to remember, I get nothing but a blurry jumble. There was some kinda bar bet. Spiky red shoes and olive oil? Something about three parrots?I thumb the lamp, pulling the sheet...
"Do Androids Dream of Electric Sex?"
My hands weren’t my hands.That’s the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. Or I think I noticed it. Were they my hands? Were they not?I couldn’t remember, holy shit, I couldn’t remember.Breathe. Assess. What was around me?White...
I wake up completely exhausted, slumped against something soft. It feels like a bed... I think, as I try to open my heavy eyelids. They open to a view that immediately starts my sluggish heart racing.Was I drugged...? I think...
