I write wacky romantic comedies, psychological horrors, and heartfelt dramas, all rooted in the messy, fascinating ways people connect.

Mr. and Mrs. Holloway walked down La Salle Street and W. Monroe, arguing. They kept their voices low, yet every few minutes Mrs. Holloway...

A woman enters an empty laundromat with a bag of clothes in one hand and her purse in the other. As she picks a washing machine and...

The night before the Twenty-Five Test was always the hardest. Zeke stood by the window of his modest apartment, staring out at the city lights that flickered below. Ten years had passed since his Fifteen Test, a decade of growth and change. Now, the same anxiety that had gripped him as a boy was tightening around him again. The city below moved in its usual rhythm—streets alive with late-night activity, neon lights painting the night with hues of electric blue and red. Zeke's

The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the Playtime field. It was a designated zone—a stretch of open space where the boys were allowed to let off steam, to compete, and to bond. The area was surrounded by high fences, keeping the outside world at bay, preserving the space for their controlled chaos. Today, the air buzzed with energy and anticipation. Zeke arrived early, his mind still tangled from the Test. He scanned the field, noting the groups already forming—som

The second part of the Test took place in the courtyard. It looked normal enough—just a broad expanse of dirt and grass, a few benches scattered around the edges. But Zeke knew better. Everything in this space was designed to measure them. Every word they said, every movement, would be judged. The Councilwomen sat behind a long glass window overlooking the yard. Their faces were shadowed by the sun, but Zeke could feel their presence. Watching. Judging. Although they would no

Zeke stood at the edge of the circle, heart thumping, breath tight in his chest. The sun was high, casting sharp lines over the schoolyard. Around him, the others waited, eyes wide, shifting on their feet. The Fifteen Test always did this—brought out that gnawing silence, that weight in the air. He glanced at the white building where the Councilwomen sat inside, waiting. Today, the future was being decided. Not just for him, for all the boys his age.  The gate to the testing

In the year 2385, the world had finally achieved what centuries of strife, inequality, and conflict had sought to correct—a society in balance. The population was mostly-female, and this matriarchy had leveled the social playing field after centuries ruled by the male sex. Relationships formed not out of necessity or social pressure, but out of true connection, with love and partnership thriving across all genders and orientations. The world hummed with peace. Every citizen,