A beam of light hit his face, he desperately hoped it was the sun, though it was artificial.

A sound he heard in the far distance, lots of sounds, one louder than the other, all floating around him, trapping him in an inescapable prison. Those weren’t birds, they were cars.

The smell of gas and rot crept through the streets of the giant Monopol, creeping inside everyone in its path. Not like th...

We have found most things,

but not quite the way we found

our ability to see ourselves in them.

And now everything is us,

and there’s always upgrades

new parts and versions.

Out of all inventions,

our ability to continue

to find each other

the only thing that’s saved us....

Everybody is busy, and time is limited in my city, nobody has time.

Noone cares about noone.

It’s full of people yet you feel like you’re in a desert.

Still I love my city....

As my feet splash on the oil-soaked ground of the alleyway, I barely have time to curse my luck before the blare of engines screams in my ears.

Wind lashes at me like a whip, and I’m stumbling back not just from the breeze but from surprise. Just ahead is a speeding hoverbus, blazing down the road at over 40 clicks above the speed limit and, apparently, uncaring of the fact that it almost hit me....

I have been locked up for 502 days. today is the first day i get to see the world after it shut us down. before this all started and they locked us up to perfect us, make us a member of the society they wanted to change, i was just an ordianry girl living underneath trailers in here. the life around us was like an empty desert, buildings collapsed, lives lost, a world ruined. and we werent allowed...

The city never slept just flickered. Skyscrapers stabbed the sky like rusted needles, neon veins pulsing blue and pink through a dying metropolis. Rain fell sideways, thick and humming, like the world itself was short-circuiting.

He stood over the man, the last name on his list, the one who’d ordered the job that left her body cold beneath an overpass in Sector 12.

The killer gurgled at his feet, ...

The wind nearly knocked Cas off his perch, the relatively empty rooftop offering no protection from the rage of nature. A chill ran through his body as a particularly strong gust passed by, and he pulled up his hood with a shiver. His mask was useless for keeping him warm.

He shifted through his bag, filled with gadgets. Cas grabbed his signature pair of goggles from a pocket. He slid them over h...

Sojourn City was not built to last. The people that lived there either never got the memo, or decided to ignore it. Probably treated that message the same as eviction notices. Resiliency and stubbornness can often look like the same thing.

It’s a ramshackle place of progress for the sake of progress, with budding buildings sprouting on top of and in between old ones like cells dividing and multi...

The streets were littered with the glow of neon, this was a city that never stopped moving and because of the dome protecting it, it never saw day nor night, just bright neon colors flashing away. I had walked this street many times before, it was my commute to the office, but on this particular day, something strange happened; for half a block, all of the neon signs were out. It created an eeri...

The smell of fried chicken curled through the thick smog as I rounded the corner in Lowtown Market, and rain thundered against the awnings protecting the vendors beneath them. My heavy black boots clipped against the slick pavements, and I nestled deeper under the hood of my jacket. I liked the city the most when it rained, it felt like it was washing away its dirt and sins. The buildings were too...