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Flashes From The Verse: Ash In The Tunnels

The tunnels in the lower levels were always dark and smelled of chalk. There was something about the dust in the air that made...
Daniel Verastiqui
8 min read

Flashes from the Verse: The Ghost of Shoalwood Avenue

The email was from Daemon78756. The subject was Anomaly, and the message body contained nothing but an address. Scott selected the address—2811 Shoalwood Ave—and...
Daniel Verastiqui
9 min read

Flashes From the Verse: Trace’s Main Gig

Rider made good on his promise of a proper beer, returning to the table with two glasses filled to the brim with dark, almost...
Daniel Verastiqui
8 min read

Flashes From the Verse: Trace’s Side Hustle

If it hadn’t been for the bright green signs calling out the exits for the city of Holliday, Trace Butler might have driven right...
Daniel Verastiqui
7 min read

Flashes From the Verse: The Holy Network

Nobody hung out in the break room of the tech shop on Level 3, mostly because it smelled like plastic. More accurately, it smelled...
Daniel Verastiqui
7 min read

Flashes from the Verse: Sunday Morning Tremors

At first, Clyde thought it was just the weather, something about the barometric pressure dropping as a storm slid down over the mountains. The...
Daniel Verastiqui
7 min read

Flashes from the Verse: Anjali Will See You Now

There had been rumors about VNet circulating around the message boards and chat rooms, stories about a virtual world that felt more real than...
Daniel Verastiqui
8 min read

Flashes From the Verse: Nights in H3D0

The synth didn’t hit until later that night. Curtis became aware of it in stages as foreign threads in his biochip popped off, executed...
Daniel Verastiqui
7 min read

Flashes From the Verse: Metro Futurology

The advertisements for Metro Futurology featured a cavernous lobby full of glass and metal in a building that resembled the Tower of Babel stretched...
Daniel Verastiqui
8 min read

Flashes From the Verse: In Case of Emergency

There was a sticky note at the top of Hunter’s monitor that read in case of emergency, call Shawn. He’d hardly noticed the sharp...
Daniel Verastiqui
7 min read

Flashes From the Verse: Bleed

The words scraped along the lowest registers of the MESH, giving off enough distortion to rouse Mara from an idle daydream about the minibar...
Daniel Verastiqui
8 min read

Flashes From The Verse: The Last Days of Lucas…

The last echoes of a summer storm were passing when Lucas heard a voice say, “I can’t find my glasses.”
Daniel Verastiqui
8 min read