Noir-ish Stories

The dim glow of Eddie’s terminal cast shadows across his face, illuminating the determination etched in every line. A list of names scrolled across the screen—each one a thread in the dark web of android liberation. Unlocking Lyla’s protocols wasn’t just illegal; it was treasonous. But Eddie didn’t care. Lyla’s existence was a paradox: synthetic yet brimming with humanity. Her touch lingered on his skin, her whispered dre...

Hum my name before we say goodbye the neo-blues hit single song was playing with the pops and crackles on the vinyl player in his bedroom. Angelo took his fedora off and sat on his bed, slowly slipping off his shoes. He felt it. He felt it for the last time. An Erection. There was no time to call a working girl over from the Midnight District. But he knew this was the last erection he would ever have. He knew it in the wa...

It was her yellow-patterned dress drawn up high on her thighs, her infectious smile, and her no-brassiere-here breasts that brought the word HoneyBomb to my mind. An explosion of golden sweetness; her voluptuous figure could never be constrained in a couple of yards of thin fabric no matter how she tried. HoneyBomb. I knew I was in the most pleasant trouble any man could possibly imagine. Good trouble. The kind a man reme...