Where the world ends keeps getting closer and closer to the survivable stretch of planet remaining. There is a dead zone, where the biosphere's of the planet's inhabitants don't dare reach and the aura of the ever encroaching eliminator causes one's skin to prickle painfully.
Where. Not When.
Most of the world ended an indeterminate amount of time ago. It has just taken a long time to finalize the process.
Which is as good a place to start a story as any.
YOU ARE READING
Gallimaufry
RandomRandom writings. Poems, short stories from story prompts, artistic deconstruction of thoughts from the day. Not all content is mature. But some of the writing prompts to contain violence.
