In fact, nothing had brought the creative sparkle out in his dull blue eyes for almost fifteen years. He had long ago given up on his dreams of being the next big discovery in the art world. Floating on the edge of society suited him well as he rotted in his personal failures. Yesterday morning, David Adams had been just another out of work housepainter doing odd jobs around his small hometown for enough money to keep his electricity on. An hour ago there was life for better or worse there was a "civilization." People laughed, cried, slept, and loved. There was a planet revolving around a star people called the sun. There was nothing now, only a dark, vast absence. LIKE ALMOST EVERY TRULY HORRIBLE thing that has ever happened in the history of our world, the end also began with a kiss. Any resemblance to similarly named places or to persons living or deceased is unintentional. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Previously published as Destroyer of Worlds, No Derivative Works - You may not alter, transform, or build upon this work. Noncommercial - You may not use this work for commercial purposes. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.Īttribution - You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the author or licensor (but not in any way that suggests that they endorse you or your use of the work).
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