Hevell


Hevell: the scooped remains of what was once a positive little mining town on the dicier side of the river. Just as most doomed societies of semi-modern times, they stuck around to the bitter end, brazenly thinking that people in the future would even care about what they did there. They didn’t have any bronze Continue reading Hevell

The Remainder: All That’s Left — Excerpt 7


Narrow your scope for just a second of your life, would ya? It certainly wouldn’t kill you, and you might just learn something from focusing on single subjects for longer than sixteen minutes. Wouldn’t that be just awful if you learned more than the basic tutorial level of any activity you’d ever think of practicing? Continue reading The Remainder: All That’s Left — Excerpt 7

The Remainder: All That’s Left — Excerpt 2


Hold back for your own benefit, or collapse with anxiety. It’s your choice. I’ll take the skillet with monterey jack cheese melted on the mushrooms, taken for granted by Mr. Poached Eggs over there. Who puts poached eggs in a skillet anyway? Where are we, Paris? Where’s his personal chef, and what’s his extension? I Continue reading The Remainder: All That’s Left — Excerpt 2