It’s been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little g...
Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong...
In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 10...
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