That will ultimately dissapoint
It had been days since he had slept, maybe weeks. Time didn’t mean much anymore. Nothing meant much anymore. How did nihilists get up in the morning? This city was empty, just like all the other villages and towns were empty. Vacant in the day and hollow in the night. That wasn’t how the films all said it would be. Stephen would almost welcome the discovery that zombies or vampires were gathered round campfires telling the story of The Tanned One. Little fleshless children shivering in fear over his sinister ability to absorb vitamin D from the sun. Didn’t that make him a star vampire? By that logic Earth was just one big mosquito circling its prey.
Yep, the sun had baked him brown all right, what with all his travelling. He was pretty half baked himself, and took another drag as he drawed his ass up the stairs. The view from the top would be sweet and he could say goodbye to Mr Sun, maybe apologise for sucking so much.
He made it to the top and stood at the edge, staring into the abyss. Nothing started back. There was no way he could win a staring contest with Nothing.
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2 comments:
Sounds interesting, setting wise. Perhaps I should read Dark Tower; it might mesh well with what I got from Fallout 3 and 'that' idea I've had.
Oh. How narcissistic of me. I do apologise. Let's play chess soon!
It's different from your usual stuff, in such a way that it was hard to keep in mind that it was you writing it when I read it (good thing). I love the short sentences. They're blunt and lifeless like the scenery you're describing (also a good thing).
More. Moooooorrrrrrreeeeeee.
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