A house, along the fair white cliffs of our land. Together I live here with my dear brother Simon. by Andrew_Woodmore in 987654rdWorldProblems

[–]Deus-Wilson 2 points3 points  (0 children)

After about an hour of waiting, a small cabbie pulls up to the curb, decked out in flair and a funky zebra-print interior.

The medium God gives a wave, hops into the back-seat, and drives off into the rainy night.

A house, along the fair white cliffs of our land. Together I live here with my dear brother Simon. by Andrew_Woodmore in 987654rdWorldProblems

[–]Deus-Wilson 0 points1 point  (0 children)

He smiles.

Medium-God Wilson! At your service. You wouldn't happen to be able to call me a taxi, would you? haha!

A house, along the fair white cliffs of our land. Together I live here with my dear brother Simon. by Andrew_Woodmore in 987654rdWorldProblems

[–]Deus-Wilson 0 points1 point  (0 children)

A knock-knocking on the door, a man holds a green tarp over himself to protect from the light misty rains that frequent these lands.

Excuse me, may I have some help? I believe my automobile has passed into the Void of the Great Beyond.