At the intersection Axton lights a cigarette and waits for the others. This part of the city has been forgotten for decades; boarded-up...

Gifted. Zara sees more than she can speak. Feels what others can’t. She is slow when speed is needed. Or quick when it’s not. No sync....

I guess I've always known I could travel through time. My first memory was when I was three and Mom caught me drawing on the wall with my...

Lucrecia Beckert and Yvette Vega are about to die together. It is December. The massive lighthouse was long ago converted into a...

The man, whom we shall refer to as only, “WRITER”–seeing as his name has little importance in his new, most melancholic life that, in his...

I remember the days when I was once a reporter. The dull and boring days were always the same: interviewing criminal witnesses, filming...