A biochip is a small device embedded in the neck that interfaces with the host nervous system to provide biological monitoring and communication with digital networks.
With the exception of the opening scene, Doctor Sleep is not quite the scare fest I was expecting. As the author notes in his afterword, a different King wrote The Shining, and a different you is reading Doctor Sleep. Maybe that was why none of it...
A collective groan filled Conference Room B in the Umbra Tower. Nearly 1,500 people had crammed into the 900-capacity room for a Q&A with leading tech players, and many of them stood in one of two snaking lines to the left and right of the main...
While the length of time may vary, most writers agree that you should take some kind of break between drafts of your book, especially if you're still deep in revisions, as I am with Brigham Plaza. I used to see these breaks as reprieves. A whole...
Somewhere along the way, the music shifted from an upbeat heart attack of hardcore techno to the mellow and near comatose strains of an unknown ambient artist. A low beat thumped in the room, resonating in G's chest almost to the point of sickness...
Some things never change. I've been writing stories and novels for a long time now, and though I'm no longer in the posting word counts to Twitter every day phase, I still feel the need to share the milestones with someone... anyone, basically...
Outside, the buildings began to change, grow taller, reaching for a peak that would apogee in the center of downtown. Bonnie caught her breath, started to speak several times before finding the right words.
You wish you had a girlfriend. You wish you had some friends. You don't like living in Provo. You haven't spoken to mom and dad since graduation. They call sometimes. You ignore them. You need to get your life together.
For the first time, Ken could see the ceiling of the construct, hazy like a light-polluted sky at night. Instead of stars or a moon, a single gash of white light stretched across the dome. In the center where it was thickest, the light moved like a...
It was done anyway. Danny knew it. So what did it matter how he greeted the man who had come to kill him? So many times in his life, he’d felt unsafe, unsure of what might happen. But now… now he was home. These were his walls keeping...
