Since that time I have wandered, these days I have a blade at my side it was a long machete that I had used to chop down Japanese knotweed that had invaded my back garden in 2010. It took me weeks to walk home and find that my darling wife had not. I had survived, I had been working in the farthest highlands of Scotland and only its remoteness saved me. I woke up to find that the world had changed overnight hurricanes, storms, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis all rocked the world and in the end only a handful of survivors had managed to cling on. On the 21st of December 2012 the world changed, the footsteps of progress that had advanced mankind for thousands of years abruptly halted, as nature extracted its revenge for the scars that humanity had imposed on the planet.Īcross the globe the people in power were too preoccupied with words such as ‘credit crunch, quantative easing and toxic debt’ too worry about some ancient prophecy that had no bite. People had laughed at the idea of the world ending, and they were right the world did not end civilization had though, along with a great deal of humanity. No this was the Mayan prophecy come real. People had thought it was taken from a popular game of the time, but it wasn’t as simple as that. ‘Everything is true, nothing is permitted’ and vice versa of course. It had been strange all those weird graffiti sayings that had sprung up across the world virtually overnight. I had used a 2012 paper diary and the internal clock in my head to keep track as the days, weeks, months and then years passed. Yes, five years today, somehow I had managed to keep a track of the days. Entrant 2 - Rex Anglorvmįive long hard years, could it really have been that long? And that makes it happier above all other things.

Nobody is ever around to hear them, but the patrons hear its works every day. Soft, faint footsteps walking along the rafters pace back and forth, as if observing the theater. There were simply too many reasons to go to the theater to miss a musical, an opera, a comedy, a tragedy, a documentary, a history.Īs the clock continues to click away, a sound can barely be made out in the calm silence. And yet everyone made sure they attended every play, regardless of their preferences. The dramas and tragedies brought out the ones ready to clap in proud admiration at the work of a blade or poison. Comedies always brought out the loudest crowds, eager to laugh at a good joke. If it truly was a living thing it would have no shortage of sustenance. 'Oh, he'll get the part next time around, or be the leading man in the next piece no doubt!' 'Honestly I feel that the directors should be following this production with a musical, but this tragedy they are planning sounds simply fabulous.' The theater takes in all the joyous cheering and applause as if it feeds of it. The patrons had too much love for their theater to bicker and fight over who should play what or what play should be performed. So many other regulars could have performed the part, but once she was chosen she became the darling of the whole city. Her casting had been followed with much scrutiny, for nobody so young had ever received such an important part. A young damsel, naught but sixteen years old, was making her debut as the leading lady. He would keel over on stage before he ever truly retired. But nobody believed him acting was in his blood and soul. He had hinted that this piece would be his last production and he would finally retire once the rounds were completed. An old favorite, Theodore, played the part of an old beggar with much wisdom and foresight in a land of mischief and error. A talented rising star played the lead roll, his voice carried throughout the theater and his singing was filled with magic. A comedy was being performed, a brand new one at that, and as always the citizens of the city didn't fail to miss opening night. Not an hour before the building had been the stage of life and merriment, of joy and peace. The theater is empty now, with not a sound piercing the silence save for a lone clock ticking away somewhere in the rafters.

Easytime gray multi easy spirit clog