Posted by Willem on September 07, 1999 at 04:32:07:
In Reply to: The Last Days posted by David Pierce on September 05, 1999 at 22:23:16:
: The sun above this place is fleeting, uncertain of its immediate future. The houses of all who have made this place home are still and silent, extant but bereft of the merry presence of tenants. Wan light reveals sand-blasted placards and flags unravelling in snaps. An old notice of a wanted trade with a manuscript tumbles by, impaled on a dead thorn bush. Old signs bend in the cold dry wind. An attic door slams shut. But there, beyond the unmarked graves of old spammers, and beyond the rusted merry-go-round, is a cottage with a lantern in the window. Emboldened by this sight, I make my way forward and rap on the door. A bump from within-- I step back. The door slowly opens, revealing Patrick's grin....
Great entry Mr Pierce, who finishes?
Give it a try?
Banned from the other world since his dabbling in dark sciences had resulted in his bodily changes, he lived here.
Nobody took offense when his greenish face showed up on the deserted lanes and fields.
Food was no longer a problem as amphibia enjoy insects, strange creatures from ponds and pools of dark water.
Could he ever return to his beautiful, almost classical gallic features.....