Joy to the New World

Apocalyptic future where you’re permanently stuck in Christmas? Is that really a bad thing? Really good, tight writing here, as is the usually the case with David K. Nice!

The Wasted Love Song

Without people, without society there is no more electricity, no running water, no humanity, no noise — just an unnatural silence that heightens one’s suspicion of noise — suspicion almost made me kill Frank the night he broke in, now we exist together by moving between abandoned homes; we haven’t encountered any other life for months although today we stumbled across what appeared to be a dead animal in the city, it was large and brown and lay between the wreckage of cars on the road, but then it moved fast — this means we’re not alone, although judging by its size, I think it’s better if we were.

If my calculations are correct, it is Christmas today which means it’s been exactly a year since millions of people vanished; vanished leaving unopened presents bundled beneath trees, and great feasts of meats and freshly baked cakes and pies lining the tables of the homes across this land.

Frank says…

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