I met Zane through the draft comments on my first submission to a publication. I imagined the other Dickens leaning in as he twisted his moustache behind a MacBook Air.
I was so proud of that story, yet utterly terrified to press “submit”. Hindsight, it was an amorphous blob of…
She tells me it’s her livelihood.
Every time I watch her spread her legs in front of a cold piece of glass, she doesn’t fool me.
I can see the look in her eye, not that one. The one behind the, “come closer” mask, the real one.
This is Riah.
Riah Raine Knapp. Formerly, Riah Raine Anders. Formerly formerly, Mariah Raine Anders.
She is my love. My bride. My favorite human. I’m sorry, but I prefer her over all others. I’m not sorry.
Why you ask?
Because she’s her.
She’s all the good things. Tattooed, pierced, dreaded…
Cover my body in sticky notes
Create in me a cool frost
Capture the rain inside my soul
Waiting for your entry
Fishing for function
Frustrated by communication
Separated by situational awareness
They call it the stomping grounds of the…
“It’s the connections between things that are important,” my uncle used to tell me.
I never met him in person, only virtually, I’ve never even had a body. In a world where bodies are no more, connections are the final frontier.
I re-build history.
It turns out human intuition is…
The dust lingered above the faded green felt, as much a feature of the place as anything else. Disturbing its rest was a shirtless, sweaty creature, hunching over a corner of the table, eyeing a row of cracked spheres. Its skin nearly matching the color of the fabric.