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fandomtownies2019-06-03 06:12 am
rebelseekspizza) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-03 06:12 am
Around The Island, Monday Morning
Well, that had been unpleasant. The radiation seeping into Fandom's soil had tickled, at first. Then it had started to burn.
No, thank you. This was a vacation.
In the early morning hours, a small tremble passed through the island, like a dog or a bird drying itself with a flutter of its wings or a shake of its body. Somehow, no cups fell off shelves and no foundations shook: it was just a tremble.
And then, like magic, the island became green again, restoring shops to their old selves, ghouls evaporating from the sewers, and the distant, dead land off its shores morphed into something altogether more familiar: Maryland coastline.
The island settled. All was well.
"What an absolutely lovely day it's become," a sparrow chirped as it soared through the air. "I'd quite like to stay a bit."
The narrative would not be able to tell you why the sparrow had a British accent, but apparently, all sparrows do.
No, thank you. This was a vacation.
In the early morning hours, a small tremble passed through the island, like a dog or a bird drying itself with a flutter of its wings or a shake of its body. Somehow, no cups fell off shelves and no foundations shook: it was just a tremble.
And then, like magic, the island became green again, restoring shops to their old selves, ghouls evaporating from the sewers, and the distant, dead land off its shores morphed into something altogether more familiar: Maryland coastline.
The island settled. All was well.
"What an absolutely lovely day it's become," a sparrow chirped as it soared through the air. "I'd quite like to stay a bit."
The narrative would not be able to tell you why the sparrow had a British accent, but apparently, all sparrows do.