Articles by Daiya

Junk. The whole world seemed strewn with it, as far as her grey eyes could see. She was told they looked unnatural, off somehow. That echoed the way she felt most of the time, excepting the small moments like those with Jido. His easy, quick way with words felt familiar to her, like a memory...

It was another rainy night in Denon, a place which never seemed to sleep. It was a few days after the tatt chat and Cartri had been thinking about Daiya. He loved her, the thought of her being upset over his actions was driving him crazy. Swallowing his pride he threw on whatever he could find...

She woke, as she always did, wondering if she had dreamt. The cot creaked under her weight until she climbed to her feet, eager to give the metal frame a better rest than she got. Outside, the churning engines of the factory had already begun for the day, marking the regular noise of...