Final edition

stormy sky, author unknownThe radio crackled to life with a shattering burst of static, even though the battery in our old truck had died long ago, shortly after the all-devouring void reached the sister cities on the edge of the scorched and blasted lands where once crops grew tall. An old, old voice which may once have been human crooned to us, telling tales of the insignificant world we had known, before IT returned to claim ITS birthright. As the final light went out of the sky, condemning us to eternal darkness, the fading voice half-croaked, half-crooned, “And these are the tales of the Lake of Woe…”.

[The preceding was knocked off in a Facebook comment thread, wherein the poster asked for a three sentence story inspired by this image, written in the style of weird fiction author H. P. Lovecraft.]

Lord Alfred Douglas, Dirtbag

what are you doing like right now

I’m trying to finish The Importance of Being Earnest

okay well
stop doing that and sue my dad

what?

you should sue my dad

why would I do that?

he’s been telling everyone you’re gay

I am gay

well but he’s being really shitty about it

everyone’s shitty about it

okay 
fine 

Lord Alfred Douglas, Dirtbag.