The Last Seashell

by K.S. Khunkhao   A gentle gray halo softly dims, giving way to all the bright sparkles in the sky. The clouds are swirling wearily like old maiden’s hair, painted with lasting grief and unsung sorrow. It’s a full moon tonight. And Cecil’s heart, too, is full of hope. He stands on top of a […]


by K.S. Khunkhao   A.S. (Anno Scientia) 112 The room was lifeless. There was no movement, only a sound – a mechanical sound. The sound came from SEER-112 – an enormous machine located right in the middle of the room. Its giant mainframe was hanging from the ceiling like a reverse metallic dome. The sound […]