Shit Creek Apocalypse,
The End of Days

on account of
Days being Ended
and such.

Angels flitting about in the rafters? Strange shafts of light, with pointing fingers on the end, piercing through the clouds? Seven-headed beasts slouching through the flower-beds? Children speaking in tongues? No beer left in the fridge? It must be the… End of Days!!!

No more submissions now. Time as we know it is over. The canoe has sunk. It is an ex-canoe. The Editors have ascended into The Rapture. The Apocalypse has well & truly apocalypted.

Thanks to all.

Yours Eschatologically,

The Five Editors of the Apocalypse.