Fiction

The humid Louisiana air hung heavy, thick with the scent of honeysuckle and something darker, something primal. Rain had fallen earlier, leaving the ground slick and reflecting the neon glow…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city lights blurred into a hazy, pulsating glow,…

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of my penthouse overlooking the city, each drop a tiny percussion against the glass, mirroring the insistent thrumming in my veins. Below, the…