UNSPEAKABLE DESOLATION POURING DOWN FROM THE STARS
a novel by
FRANK KEY
The first stamp in my album was an 1898 badly-perforated 14h maroon rectangle...
Crapwing is a small seaside resort, riddled with dunes and jetties...
The Manufacture Of Toothpaste, by Gervase Pint...
Cataclysmic winds assail Wint through every season...
On my father's twenty first birthday...
I was sitting in an extremely comfortable armchair ...
The night sky was splattered with stars ...
"Hello!" I called, "I've come about the tap!" ...
I awoke from uneasy dreams ...
A week or so after the young rapscallion ...
It could have ended there, of course ...
I suppose it was stupid of me ...
"Understand," she said, as we chewed biscuits ...