finding the tribe we are lost from — by Quinn Zhael Arid like the desert Desert yellow sand Sand so soft and fine Fine and warm, as your hand Like dunes ever-shifting Shifting and rearranging Rearranging highlights and shadow Shadows dancing, undulating Dreaming of the chance Chance of finding the tribe we are lost from From the culture we belong in In my hands, your…

full story — 1. World Under Up in the city, there’s a place where people go to get flipped over on their heads. There below hangs a shadow turned solid in the shape of a living person, a description only suiting for a man named Sussex. The chill of a pending first date teases his future…

Good as grits… — Chapter IV. | Metropolis “What? Why?” Sussex’s voice reveals his disposition to do anything related to running is about none. “Come on. I bet we can make it across before the next train comes … or you afraid to get hit?” “Mmm. I don’t think so.” He buzzkills again! But Riette’s prepared a hot…

Let’s run across the tracks — Chapter III. | Metropolis “Yep. There goes.” The two watch as the train zips by. Sussex notices Riette’s lack of motion, sees the train, looks back at his companion. “Do you wanna catch it, or…” he suggests, but it’s confirmed. “What couple sounds more interesting to you? The one who gets caught in the…