TheSparringPanther

The end is nigh, my lord

'I fear...' *shoots* 'The jig is up.'

Finally, the die has been cast

There are no angels in heaven

Tomorrow it will be cold again

Run for cover. God is gone.

I don't know how, but the ideas randomly come to me. See, it feels like my brain is always processing stuff, lingering thoughts remain. Stuff that I saw, read, heard ...

And then there were none by Agatha Christie Incredibly engaging, I was genuinely left wondering who the culprit was... And more importantly, how they did it. Would definitely recommend it.