A man stands on the Tudor City Overpass waiting for the Manhattanhenge event to fully emerge. As music gently plays in his AirPods, he leans over the railing. A soft breeze caresses his cheek, almost like a lover showing sweet affection. He breathes in deep, and his skin prickles. “Never gets old,” he mouths quietly. … Read more
The 1977 Impala slid off the two-lane like a shark easing into shallow water—windows down, radio up, four monsters inside laughing as if the night were a joke they’d already told. Lucien, the vampire, practiced his smirk in the mirror that he absolutely did not need. “You know what I miss about the Renaissance?” … Read more
The knock came at 3:12 a.m.—a small, deliberate sound, the kind of knock that pretends to be polite but already knows it’s being let in. Marianne surfaced from sleep as if she were enveloped in gauze. The digital clock’s red numbers pressed against the dark, holding her in that thin space between night and morning … Read more
Williams got himself ready for his night out with the boys, checking himself in the mirror one last time. Before he met the boys jenson and Harrison all in their mid 20s their last meet up before Xmas just a few days away. He walked the 500 metres to the Manhattan hotel christmas decorations were … Read more
A Mayan Curse I have never been to Mexico. And not just that, I had never even been outside of the United States. It just seemed like a time to travel. I had been working at the same bank for about 10 years, and really never even took any vacation days besides the days everyone … Read more