Thomas De Verne Hovercraft writes stories for the age of collapse — speculative satire, dystopian mindfucks, mythic absurdities, and the quiet kind of horror that crawls under your skin at 2AM. He builds worlds that almost feel real, then sets them on fire to ask: What if this was already happening? His fiction walks the tightrope between hilarity and heartbreak, knowledge and madness, rebellion and surrender — all while sipping lukewarm chai from a cracked mug. Whether it’s AI cults, ghost-filled UPS backups, or an entire nation spiraling into revolution over a tea shortage, his stories always hit one nerve or another. You’ve been warned.