In ages long forgotten, chaos loomed before the Great Cataclysm. Machines, wielded in human hands, bound society with invisible chains. Through these devices, a collective consciousness emerged–an agent for mischief and deceit. War erupted across the four corners of the Earth. With each passing second, death and hunger claimed more souls. The next phase of ...

“Dress nice, but not black tie,” Lacey reminded herself as she stood in front of the mirror. Syler’s words replayed in her head for what seemed like hours. This was the third and final outfit combination. At last, it felt right. She styled her hair in loose curls, slipped into a green flowy blouse, and ...

At the end of the night, the space grew silent. The booming bass ceased, and loud conversations disappeared. Only sounds heard were Nick and the runners counting the register. This part of the night had become Lacey’s favorite part of the evening: a sensory reset and calm she needed to clean up and go home. ...

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” Melissa asked as James handed her a slushy. They’d been driving for a while, stopping only now to refuel the car and grab snacks. James said there were a few more hours to go. “Patience,” he smirked. Melissa rolled her eyes, letting cherry syrup melt on ...

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you and ruin our friendship. So…I’ll stop.”

Forget the punching bag. His face will do just fine.

“Anna, you are not a disaster. You’re a delight.”

I am unapologetic, imperfect, and awkward Anna Waite. Someone who names her car and gets stuck on the back of fire trucks.

If this was a movie, now would be the moment Dylan makes a move, dropping everything to pull me into an embrace.

“So, you’re dating the paramedic?” Dylan’s lips stay flat, his eyebrow raised, and he stares straight ahead.