Vinestead Universe
The tunnels in the lower levels were always dark and smelled of chalk. There was something about the dust in the air that made...
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...
Rider made good on his promise of a proper beer, returning to the table with two glasses filled to the brim with dark, almost...
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...
Nobody hung out in the break room of the tech shop on Level 3, mostly because it smelled like plastic. More accurately, it smelled...
At first, Clyde thought it was just the weather, something about the barometric pressure dropping as a storm slid down over the mountains. The...
There had been rumors about VNet circulating around the message boards and chat rooms, stories about a virtual world that felt more real than...
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...
The advertisements for Metro Futurology featured a cavernous lobby full of glass and metal in a building that resembled the Tower of Babel stretched...
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...
The words scraped along the lowest registers of the MESH, giving off enough distortion to rouse Mara from an idle daydream about the minibar...
The last echoes of a summer storm were passing when Lucas heard a voice say, “I can’t find my glasses.”
