The sleeping goddesses in the aisle seats would have radiated a celestial emerald light had Banba not cast a protective, dulling shield over the sozzled pair...

By the time you read this anything might have happened. She might have fallen in love by the time you read this. By the time you read this she might be dead. For that’s just how it works. Don’t feel bad for reading. It’s just how things work...

There are multitudes within me. Life is flowing through my liminal spaces like raspberry juice through a muslin cloth.

A young activist addresses the United Nations with a plan to change the world...

With a deft touch of her keypad, she started the recording. “Name, number?” It was the same broad they always sent - a studious, serious one from the City with so many letters after her name I got dizzy reading her ID.

The last of the trees, the luxuriant undergrowth, fell away, and the great dome of the sky opened around them...

Everything breaks eventually, except plastic. I was a plastic bag...

Angel of The North, you stand awake.

Twelve years, nine months and four days since the beginning, Event Zero. Five days since the end of the last event ...