“If I had to describe it, it’s like a connection to a different voltage somewhere, where things happen around me that I’m not even aware of anymore because it’s such a focused, internal experience. External, too, because I’m very fussy about the environments I write in. Some people can write anywhere—I can’t. I need to have a certain solitude and quiet.”
Interview conducted by Nehway Sahn
The electronic chime of the alarm clock sounded from within Eileen’s cranial implant. “Good morning!” Andrew informed her in a bubbly tone. His early-morning enthusiasm
She was shaded in fragments of yellows and blues. Found lost in a window of heavenly stains, Stashed away in an unknown frontier, Considering intently
“Andy DeLamare tossed a blonde curl over her shoulder and preened at her reflection in the mirror. Grinning, she picked her hat up off the vanity and flipped it into the air before catching it on her head. She looked rather academic, if she was being honest with herself. Like she could walk into a university lecture and no one would think twice about whether or not she belonged. But today was not for playing a role. Today was her day off. “
Fiction by Jordyn McClary
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