Written Word
Literature
If you were stuck in a small space after a disaster, alone, but have everything you need to survive... Could you handle it? Could your mind handle it?
Remains is a character-versus-self survival story that will immerse you in the experiences and thoughts of an average American man, Sam, when he awakens, stuck in his pantry, following a catastrophic event. Sam finds that he has access to all of the basic necessities for survival, physically, but cannot escape, and soon faces unexpected psychological, emotional, and spiritual challenges, plus crippling physical issues.
The mood of the story shifts from clever and humorous to ironic and disturbing throughout our subject’s journey seeking escape and relief. Sam’s greatest obstacles are loneliness, physical, and mental health, all manifesting from varying and often unexpected sources. Intelligent, thoughtful, and compassionate, Sam finds that his predicament is the type that no one could prepare for. His mind becomes his only companion and a source of great conflict. While very relatable, the story delivers open, but often uncomfortable access to a private and perpetually shrinking world and mind. Although dependent upon an apocalyptic pretense, the story, itself, is more concerned with character than cause.
The story is based on realistic conjecture and presented with stark transparency. As a partner and parent, Sam wrestles with problems that you may relate to and sympathize with, but the development provides twists, surprises, and a full-range of emotions along the way.
Remains is intended for adult audiences and some scenes may be difficult for certain readers (language, disturbing violence, sexual content, and more!).
"Most of the book was written on an iPhone... like: 90,000 words... on an iPhone..."
-Sky-
One box of saltine crackers, with one of four sleeves left, half eaten, and secured with a sloppy twist and a chip-bag-clip, that is the same width as the final sleeve is tall with crackers. This is all Nathaniel. He loves crackers, but refuses to put them away or consolidate. We are using a whole box to store a single bag clip, essentially, because the crackers will be stale, but I won’t care if needed: To the top shelf it goes.
Once, she stepped into our house in Edgewood and before greeting anyone, she exclaimed, “please, son, do not die before me!”
“I mean, that is the plan, Mom, but may I ask why you are demanding this? I assume it is not because the pain of losing your only child would be too much to bear?”
“Because I really don’t want to have to deal with the collection of bullshit that you have accumulated!”
He contracted hepatitis from a blood transfusion following a freak accident with a combine in Kentucky, while day-laboring at a wheat farm. The pot and bourbon could not stop the progression of the illness, so he seemed to welcome it with ever-increasing amounts of brown liquor.
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