The night crept up imperceptibly and smothered the whisky coloured day with darkness.
Leon’s bones creaked with shame and guilt as he smashed the hammer into Milton’s face.
Later, his stomach growled with hunger and fear as he fried the corpse of the only other human left alive.
Paul D. Brazill
oh wow!
I love anything to do with End of the World Day. This was lean and tight, but conjured up vistas of cinematic imagery.
Outstanding, Paul. This is a chilling tale you packed into 50 words.
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Delicious Paul, I would have to say, I’d enjoy each mouthful knowing that soon enough I’d have to find a way to eat something else.
OH, this is delicious Paul. I love it when you surprise me.
Wow! Paul, this smacks us in the face.
Nicely done mate. Not a wasted word.
Nice. Super creepy. What do you do when you’re the last human alive except feast on the dead?
Gotta love apocalyptic stories no matter how short. That was sort of like being the last person alive with Piers Morgan as your sole company, think I’d rather be on my lonesome too.
Cannabilism in survival situations.
A strange encapsulation of the human condition, Mr. Brazill… well done.
whoaa, crispy!
oh my gosh. gruesome and wonderful at the same time.
Thanks eveyone . Lee, THAT is a scary thought.
Bulls-eye, yet again Paul. Loved it!
Damn. Uh. Yeah. Love that hammer in the face. Smash it. Great one, Paul.
gruesome. love it.