Velvet Cherry #9
A trending lip gloss promises people access to their “true selves,” and Los Angeles eagerly takes the bait. As the city slips into a feverish choreography of beauty, certainty, and spectacle, one Sephora employee must figure out how to break a spell built from hunger, performance, and the fantasy of instant becoming.
Neon Shards on Slauson
A group of kids from South Central built their own arena from nothing and found a shard that made them unstoppable. By the time they realized what it was taking in return, the game had already decided it would never end.
All Towers, No Exit
At a secret Tarot Mass where the lost come to be told who they are, the deck begins returning only one card: the Tower. As the ritual devours itself and the congregation transforms under its weight, a single refusal becomes the only exit left in a room built on surrender.
Lanterns Across The Salt
On a night when Death Valley accepts every regret offered to it, a woman arrives with nothing but silence. By dawn, the salt flats will decide what that silence is worth.
The Wax Surfers of Malibu
In a wildfire that sings its victims into devotion, Malibu becomes a ritual site where bodies melt into light and memory is reshaped into something eternal. Faced with the chance to dissolve into the fire’s perfect chorus, one witness chooses instead to walk away—knowing she will carry its song for the rest of her life.
Santa Monica Eats Its Own
A Ferris wheel at the edge of Santa Monica becomes a machine for chewing through identity, memory, and every life its rider did not live. With each rotation, the city mutates into a more vicious reflection of itself, until the question is no longer how to get off the ride, but whether she was ever separate from it.
Where The Mycelium Waited
Beneath a redwood forest, an ancient mycelial consciousness begins to awaken around the footsteps of one grieving woman who keeps coming back. What follows is a love story made of moss, memory, and the strange mercy of being recognized before you can recognize yourself.
She Was Waiting in the Hollywood Sign
A woman climbs to the Hollywood sign and slips into another version of Los Angeles, where time moves softly, art still matters, and her life has already unfolded into something fuller than the one she left behind. Waiting there is a woman who knows her by heart, and a future that asks what she is finally willing to choose.
We Don’t Heal All At Once, We Echo
A mysterious church in Echo Park offers no salvation, only recognition. Faced with a congregation of the lost and a preacher who speaks in their own voice, one visitor must decide whether remembering is its own kind of mercy.
Static at the Edge of 29 Palms
In a desert where time stutters and the sky can’t hold itself together, a woman is confronted by a woman who insists they’ve done this before. This time, remembering might be the only way to stop losing her.
Where The Desert Keeps Her
Somewhere off an unnamed road in the Mojave, a motel appears for those who have lost something they can’t return to. Inside, the rooms shift with your memory, and a girl who may not be entirely human offers you exactly what you didn’t know you needed to let go.
A Signal Ghost
A sound engineer with a gift for tuning emotion into music is pulled into a charged reunion with the ex who taught her how easily connection can become manipulation. Beneath the noise of Los Angeles, their unfinished history begins to echo through the crowd.
Writing The California Fever Dream
“Outside, the sky began changing colors like it was unsure which version of the sunset to run. A Joshua Tree caught fire, silently. Beautifully. And then reassembled itself in reverse.”
— Static at the edge of 29 Palms
“She could taste the day. Hot pennies. Sunscreen. The faint chemical sweetness of melted plastic… She told herself this was normal. California normal. A climate that didn’t ask permission.”
— What California Makes
“The heat was biblical and immediate. By the time she had crossed the wash and climbed the low rise beyond it, her shirt was sticking to her back and her thoughts had gone strangely bright around the edges.”