The color was extravagant, I could feel the colors they were so beautiful. They were glistening off a giant stained window lying on the floor of the cathedral. I was somewhat scared. Many years ago, long before my great-grandfather was even an itch in his fathers sack, our sun had passed away. The stories were all so extravagant passed on from generation to generation. Each story was remarkably exactly the same. It was a cold day in a land called “Americaâ€

You have glory with me, Mitch.

Great story.

*looks out of window nervously*

Nope. Just ordinary sun here

Wow, very nice post-apocolyptic story there. That premise could probably be expanded.

please continue. it is good, not cheesy like many "end of the world" type stories.