In the year 2047, humanity had fractured into two distinct populations: the Normals and the Marked. The Marked — those born with the X-Gene mutation — comprised roughly fifteen percent of the global population, their… Read More »Digital Access: The Marked Ones
The late afternoon sun painted the sidewalk in golden-orange hues as a coyote made his way home from work, his messenger bag slung across one shoulder. He was twenty-four, lean and rangy like most of… Read More »Digital Access: Building Something Real
The alleyway reeked of stale rain and rotting garbage, a narrow vein of shadow slicing through the neon-lit underbelly of the city where the bars bled their patrons out like overripe fruit. Harlan the boar… Read More »Digital Access: Wrong Turn
The desert sun beat down on the cracked asphalt outside Bill’s Auto Repair, a squat building with peeling paint and a faded sign. Dirk’s old sedan coughed one last time as he pulled into the… Read More »Digital Access: The Mechanic
Beneath the train station’s iron ribs, where the air hung sour with diesel and hurried goodbyes, Gordon’s talons clicked a nervous rhythm on the platform. His feathers, blue as a twilight lake, ruffled in the… Read More »Digital Access: Unbound in the Mountains
The prison crouched under the weight of night, a hulking beast of concrete and steel, its corridors steeped in shadow and the sour tang of despair. Moonlight bled through barred windows, casting slatted ghosts across… Read More »Digital Access: The Prison Diaper
Bruno enjoyed the gentle humming of his whirring PC. The brown bear hunched over his desk, his broad frame filling the creaky chair. His fur, a deep chestnut flecked with silver at the tips, shimmered… Read More »Commission: Bruno’s Wild Stream
The Dublin air was thick with the scent of rain and peat, a heady mix that clung to Elliot’s fur as he dragged his suitcase up the narrow stairwell to Lucius’s apartment. His heart thrummed… Read More »Digital Access: Irish Summer
The sewer lair buzzed with the low hum of celebration, a rare Summer Break night where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles — finally hailed as New York City’s grungy, green heroes — let loose. Laughter… Read More »Digital Access: Crinkle in the Shadows
Author’s Note: All characters featured in this story are over the age of 18. The high school hallway buzzed with the usual chatter of students rushing to their next class. The Physical Science room, with… Read More »Digital Access: The Jock