First Encounters
New experiences, chance meetings, discovering passion
18 stories
Popular tags
Showing 18 stories
The Dent in the Fender
I stood there holding a lukewarm domestic beer, watching the way her collarbone caught the glare of the gymnasium’s fluorescent rafters.
Port Side, Deck 4
The condensation on his glass didn’t drip; it just clung there, like a secret he wasn’t ready to let go of yet.
August 22nd, 10:14 PM
Her thumb caught the edge of my lower lip, dragging just enough to make me forget how to breathe in this altitude.
Nora's Mouthpiece
You tasted like copper and gin, and when you finally put that saxophone down, your hands were still shaking from the vibration.
I Thought You Were Just Another Bad Idea
He was leaning against the parapet like he owned the air rights to the entire block, looking at me like I was a billable hour he couldn't wait to waste.
Could You Feel the Vibration of the Hull?
The diesel engines hummed beneath the floorboards, a low-frequency growl that shook the marrow of their bones as they moved together.
I Thought You Were Just Another Bad Habit
There’s a specific way a stranger’s thumb feels against your pulse when they’re deciding if they want to ruin you or not.
Studio 402
The lens didn't just capture her; it stripped the tactical layers off my soul until I was standing there without a rifle.
Studio 4B
He adjusted the softbox like he was clearing a jam on a rifle, steady and focused, and my pulse just jumped the track.
The Half-Empty Highball on the Pedestal
The air conditioning in the Bergamot Station gallery was set to sixty-two degrees, yet the back of my neck was slick with sweat.
—besides, the eucalyptus was making me dizzy anyway
His hands were seasoned—there’s no other word for it—heavy with a confidence that made my skin feel like it was humming.
At Least the Air Was Thin
His hand on my hip was firm, less like a polite gesture and more like he was claiming a specific piece of real estate.