What would it be like to break into a hundred different worlds? A thousand? Would he ever get used to it, the way you get used to the routines of a new job? Ray looked at the device he held in his hand. Abruptly, he tossed it up, sending it spinning end o…

Dear Colin,

Help. I can't seem to escape from stories.

I swam through ours last night, poring over emails and journal entries. It felt a little like passing a car crash and being unable to look away. I finally closed my dry eyes at 3 a.m. So, this morni…

John liked coffee shops. They were places to focus, to drown himself in business and caffeine. Except, not this morning.

Laptop open to the annual report, he wondered about the people in their pocket worlds: the three girls--students, a study group; the …