The feeds are not for the news. The feeds are the distraction, the feeds are the facade. The news is contained within them, invisible to the naked eye, downloading itself as cookies, slipped into meta tags. Sometimes, Anna wondered who controlled the news, who encoded it so carefully before ...

No one is sure where it came from. The old books with paper pages will tell you that it came from Cologne Cathedral, but I’m not so sure anymore. I imagine it comes out of the woodwork when trouble starts and times are dark. It’s time for the holidays again, but all we hear are the bombs ...

Me? Oh, I've always known. I mean, not that I knew what it meant, but I've felt this way since I was a child. It wasn't something that came out of nowhere, you know? But yes. When I went to high school, that was when I really had problems. I remember hiding in the girls' bathroom and mewing ...

Hongping watched a small child flounce across the glacier floor. The furry grey snowsuit the child was sealed into kept it from going faster than a clumsy amble, but it didn't seem to mind. It was charging toward a huddle of summarily swaddled children. Waving its arms like that, the handless ...

Herring rushed down the wet road toward the dock. Thirteen minutes till the grid went live. Thirteen, an unlucky number. Herring thought about knocking on one of the doors in the first class residential district, pretending to be a businessman trapped by his late hours. It would have worked ...

It's tough to tell when someone disappears. You always just figure they're busy at work, or studying for finals, or on vacation, or something of the sort, so none of us thought anything was strange when we didn't see Nodek for a while. Actually, to be brutally honest, none of us even noticed. ...

The surprise was ready. Melanie had worked hard to ensure that this November would be the most wondrous time that her daughter, Fawn, had ever experienced. She’d made all the right calls and had the work done in a forest around their estate. As the workers departed, she left them with thanks ...

There were no trees on earth but despite this the Martian men took to the metal forest as easily as the native Martian woodlands. They battled the native Earthers in crumbling buildings and industrial towers, dead electrical lines strapped between sprawling cities. On Earth, this urban warfare ...