Once upon a time there lived a youngish man by the name of Cyril.
Cyril was quite shy so he spent much of his time alone in his room, fiddling about with his weblog. 65 more words
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The clock hanging in his office was a perfectly-preserved, Art Deco, General Electric Luxochron. Its bronze, metal-flake paint glowed richly in the lowest light and the creamy vellum clockface provided perfect contrast to the authoritative iron hands that pointed out the hour and minute with precision. 408 more words
The ships burned cigarette holes into the blanket of blue satin sky.
The people gazed skyward, displaying digits tattooed into their hyper-extended necks.
The numbers meant that they’ve been chosen, that they’ve killed to earn their limited tickets to salvation. 68 more words