“One hundred-forty characters lay dead and buried. It was as good as over.”
Category: Strange Apocalypses.
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.”
Silence is Golden.
“The resplendent song of the dawn chorus died a quiet death.”
The Cofa’s Tree. 