For the first in his adult life, Gabriel heard a shout. Like us all, of course, he had heard his televised cries. But he had never been the one on the ground, responding and responsible. It had been so long, indeed, since he had heard a human wail, that the mere fact of Gabriel's registering…

She had a rather awkward nose. But a sensible midsection. Or so the boy thought, tensing his calves against the legs of his chair, leaning back and forth to the rhythms of his thoughts. Thankfully for her, she didn’t give a fuck what he thought. Not many people did. He kept thinking anyway. She sold…

“Hey,” a dark-skinned hand, with a golden band wrapped round its ring finger, taps against the gray-speckled wall of my cubicle. The barrier trembles, starts to fold in on me, and I look up.  “Just wanted to check-in on those progress reports. See how they’re doing. The ones for SimCycle. Gonna be meeting with the…

There once was a philosopher who didn't know what to do. He was, in fact, an expert in uncertainty. But, lest the reader jump ahead, let it be known that the philosopher knew neither what not to do. No, indeed, he was only ever able to supply reasons why an action would-perhaps-maybe-might-be the something which one shouldn't…

He saw in her flushed cheeks the birth of a new world; he fell through the warmth of her vista-like visage, entered into the tinted, golden-pink skies of an opened window—the world’s colors were finally bequeathed to him, in all their radiance. It was as if a pensive disposition had dispossessed him, depriving him of all life’s luster—only to be dispelled, now, by her soft glow.