“We were germs, it said, or we were dust.”
Chew.
Tweet of War.
“One hundred-forty characters lay dead and buried. It was as good as over.”
CURTAINS!
“Old and forgotten theatre curses slither and skitter through the frenzied carnage...”
The Slow Death of A Thursday Morning.
“The walls crawl home to the quarry, the keyboard now a wave of carbons and electrons flittering in the chill air.”
The Weak.
“TUESDAY: Almost lose an eye to a case of Toilet Duck.”
Silence is Golden.
“The resplendent song of the dawn chorus died a quiet death.”
The End of Every Story.
“Death is looming at the end of every story ever told.”
