I am standing on the roof of one of the largest high-rise buildings in the city. The streets bridge each other and turn into road bends,...

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

I recently met a guy who told me he was artificial, but intelligent nonetheless. “Each of us is artificial in certain ways,” I responded....

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...

The surreal cabaret’s lights dim. The derelicts float on stage while the two businessmen gawk. What is the meaning? The purpose? The...

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

Lo, the castle, one large and swath, I’d search forever, as I doth. Exploration, so my heart demands, Where? Over in far and distant...