Why Gemïny

The hum of the tires against the asphalt played counterpoint to her voice, light and airy, floating through the cabin of her brand-new 2019 BMW 7 Series like the mist curling outside the window. The Carolina trees blurred into darkened…

Before the underpass. Before the crash. Before the blood and the sirens.

There was a dream — a viscously tarnished, perfect one — built from the finer things. I craved the luxury. The mint car (mint condition, of…

*Excerpts from "Victorias Secret"

Insides Writhing, blood seething, heart pounding. While on the outside I sat idly with my gaze transfixed just beyond the dim eerie light that leaked out from my MacBook. The snowflakes like powder delicately tumbling towards…

Once upon a time, in friend groups spread far and wide, I was known as a Casanova of sorts. The type of chap who always knew the right thing to say (hard to believe if you have ever caught me…

 
The galaxy black door shimmered in the moonlight like an oasis in the desert.

I should’ve known then.

There's a subtle vanity that escapes from a mirage; the way it catches light always comes off as staged. A moment dressed…

It was a bonfire on the Congaree — one of those summer nights where the heat clung to your skin like linen and the bugs outnumbered the conversation. Everyone had brought something: drinks, weed, sexual tension, Uno. Hollywood? Well, she…

I never had an addictive personality, not in the traditional sense. Don’t get me wrong, I would never claim to be a saint, far from it. I indulged in recreation from time to time, but at any given moment, I…

The next day was weird, to say the least. Hollywood was still inexplicably upset about last night's main event. But Father and I—well, Father and I—were now the bestest of friends. He was sharing stories from his days in Sicily…

Dear You, 

I owe you an apology. The last time I "addressed" this topic, I forgot to embrace the moment. I have a horrible tendency to live "matter-of-factly," choosing to completely ignore my darkest moments, letting them exist as fleeting…

When I came to, I was back in that dark basement, lost and disoriented. The fog had cleared, and all that remained was the alluring glow of the mosaic mirror before me. In its vibrant reflection, I sat with a…

Amidst the furious roars of thunder and the relentless assault of raindrops, I drifted, battered by the violent tossing of tumultuous waves. My lungs clung to life like a castaway in the tempest, struggling to ride out the storm. Lightning…

“You see, as human beings, our nervous system is hardwired for comfort, whereas the essence of what makes us, us. Some would say our soul is hardwired for growth. And it’s managing that dynamic tension between how good a comfort…