As the sun rose upon World's End, it bathed the land in an orange glow, encompassing all and sparing none in its wake. It was warm and muggy and the whispers from the night of the full moon, the night of the Tower, hadn't seem to have gone away. Still, the day was bright and the light beckoned all to go outside. By midday, clouds had begun to roll ( Read more... )

Who: The Phonebooth and ... whoever gets brave enough to answer ( Read more... )

Who: The Phonebooth and ... whoever gets brave enough to answer ( Read more... )

Who: The Phonebooth and ... whoever gets brave enough to answer ( Read more... )

The sun didn't seem to want to rise today, leaving the city of World's End in darkness until the clocktower read ten o'clock. Even then, it was only the feeblest of rays that made it over the horizon, lost quickly in the thick blanket of clouds above. The day was grey and dark, oppressive somehow. Night came on quickly, just past three o'clock ( Read more... )

The sun didn't seem to want to rise today, leaving the city of World's End in darkness until the clocktower read ten o'clock. Even then, it was only the feeblest of rays that made it over the horizon, lost quickly in the thick blanket of clouds above. The day was grey and dark, oppressive somehow. Night came on quickly, just past three o'clock ( Read more... )

*ring*

The black payphone in the glassed in telephone booth began to ring. The sound was shrill and sharp, something that demanded answered.

*ring*

One could almost swear that its glass sides were vibrating with the sound each time it went off. The door was easy enough to open, sliding on its track smoothly.

*ring*Someone would have to answer ( Read more... )