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AsIAm posted this thread...
Dec. 21, 2012 at 8:27 am

The awkard moment when it's been so long since I did one of these that I feel the need to spell it out instead of just saying "CD". Anywhoo, it's Dec. 21. Unfortunately, nothing seems any different. But we're writers - why let reality crush our dreams? (Come on, don't look at me like I'm crazy. I know that deep down you were kinda hoping to go all epic survivor on whatever horror came at midnight). 
So imagine the world did end. You choose the method. What do(es) your character(s) do?

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Cheyenne_loves_Ed replied...
Dec. 21, 2012 at 8:50 pm

Jasper looked out the window on December 20, 2012. It's 20 minutes until midnight and thoughts fly through his head. The overhead light is turned on and he stuffed the crack under the door with his black sheet. He tousled his auburn hair and he looked in the mirror that is on the inside of his closet door.
Jasper is a thin but muscular guy with green eyes. Girls at school swoon over him but he doesn't seem to notice. Because it's supposedly the end of the world at midnight. Jasper pulled out his Andriod and checked Facebook and Teen Ink.
He constantly checked the time and looked at the time. When 11:59 pm hit, a massive earth quake violently shook the house. He flung open his door and went outside in the open with no trees around and sat there protecting his head. The terror lasted for what seemed forever which was just only 10 seconds. Once it was safe, he ran inside and got his family. His sister was injured so he looked at the time and decided to call paramedics.
As soon as the clock turned to 12:00 AM, all of the electricity went out. Dark clouds rumbled in and twisters started breaking out into the worst it can ever get. By the time one got close, he finished bandaging his mini-me-who-is-a-girl up. With no sound shelter, they went to the nearest ditch and tried to protect themselves. Then it rained and rained like it was a hurricane but worst. The land couldn't soak up most of the water and by ten minutes, it had flooded to the top of the house. Then more earthquakes shook the earth and lava escaped the cracks. 
The world had ended by the one in the morning. It was 12 AM in another time zone so it was somewhat true. Jasper and his family could not survive. Nobody could.

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applesauceHater replied...
Dec. 22, 2012 at 12:16 am

It’s the end of the world you see.

The flame swayed in the wind, settled, then rose and ate the earth it was fed, crawling up to the sky. I tossed another log in, sat down on the ground, and warmed my hands near the fire. The air was cold, almost crippling. Winter crept down my spine, I shudder and inch closer to the fire.

It’s the end of the world you see.

That voice? I bent my head forward and tried to find the source. I heard a voice for sure, but there were many voices; all whispering, screaming, and laughing. Not a lot of laughing though.

Crackle. Pop!

The fire ate.

Then a siren.A police car raced down the street. It was normal. I didn’t think anything of it. It was a city, the slums of a city. Something always happened.

I look around. Two big apartment buildings were on opposite sides of me. They would be my wind protection. I looked around on the ground. Newspapers and garbage. Blankets? I smiled. I guess fire will warm me tonight.

Crackle. Pop!

As much as it can, I guess.

It’s the end of the world you see.

I was getting frustrated. Who. Who is talking?

People were walking on the streets, some running. I heard conversations. But I chose not pick up too much. I don’t want to get involved. I can’t afford to get involved.

The fire brightened.

A police car whizzed by.

What day was it today?

It’s the end of the world you see, the voice said again.

End of the world? There’s no end of the world!
Crackle. Pop!

Do you see how these people are living? How i’m living?There’s no need for the end of the world!

Crackle. Pop!

It’s the end of the world  you see.

The fire went out. It was dark, too dark. The street lights went out, the car lights were gone, and the apartment lights were off.


I heard laughter. But who laughs so much. The voice giggled. It was a little girl. She laughed and laughed and laughed. Why was she so happy? I missed being happy. Thinking of it almost made me smile.

Crackle. Pop!

The fire burst aflame. It brightened the whole alley. But where were the other lights?

It’s the end of the world you see. The voice said again.

Stop bothering me!

A siren went off again. A police car raced down the streets, passed me, then dissapeared, with all it’s red and blue color. Then a crash.

Crackle. Pop!

There’s money and greed; its the end of the world you see!

Yes I see. I’m living it, you blind fool! I yell at the alley. Now quit talking to me. I don’t want to hear you talk.

So much death, so much hate. It’s the end of the world you see.

I don’t hear the laughter. Not even a little, not even a whisper a breath. I can’t see the smile. It escaped. But i let it.

Everything was silent. The cold and the fire; they were silent too. Where was the warmth? Where was the cold?

So little feeling, so little need, what a pity!the voice said

I know. I wanted to forget smiles and laughter and when I was happy. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t. It hurts. I’m afraid of hurt. I’m afraid of trying.

So little feeling, so little need, what a pity!the voice said

I know, I said. It’s the end of the world, indeed.

Tell me, who’s happy? the voice asked.

You!!!You’re happy tormenting me!!!

Who am I? the voice asked.

Who are you? Why in the world do you think I would know? Don’t you know yourself?

Who are you? the voice asked.

What’s with these questions? I want my fire back!

I know who you are. I know who I am. I am me! the voice said

Well good for you. Now go away!

Do you want your fire? the voice asked.Or do you want to smile?

No one smiles anymore.

No one?

No one.

So little feeling, so little need, what a pity!

What do you want!

To give you a chance! The voice said.

A chance? At what?

It’s the end of the world you see. The voice said.


So little feeling.


So little need.



I don’t need an end of the world. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to feel. I dont. I dont want to be happy. Im in the end.

Then something pulled at me.

“Wake up. Hey guy! Wake up!” A policeman hovered over me. “Hey, you have to get up. You can’t sleep here.”

I was back in the alley. All the lights back on, the sun the in the sky and my fire dead.

“Get outta here.”

I looked up. My fire. It was there. It rolled, and danced and skipped. It was playing. I smiled. I felt the warmth.

The policeman turned around. The fire played with him too. It played through the cities, across the buildings, and people. Then me.

It’s the end of the world you see.

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applesauceHater replied...
Dec. 22, 2012 at 12:17 am

m so sorry for it being long. and for the mistakes!!

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Allicat001 replied...
Dec. 22, 2012 at 6:58 pm

The ending is kind of sudden since I didn't have much time to write this, but here goes!
I could only stand and stare as black clouds rolled across the sky.  I could only flinch as their lightning tongues lapped the ground, hitting the earth with such force I could feel the vibration under my feet from a mile away.  I could only blink as the sudden downpour drenched me in cold water from head to toe.  In fact, it wasn’t until I could hear someone desperately shouting my name that I could move at all.
                “Lex, Lex you idiot do something!” I heard Mary sprinting towards me, legs pumping faster than I’d ever seen them move before, it was obvious the slush about the ground was doing little to slow her down in her rush to meet me.
                “Do what, Marylyn?” I replied, closing my eyes and biting my lip as I smelled smoke from behind me.  The lightning had struck something important this time.  I could hear the crackle of the fire and bit back tears.  Of course there was only one thing behind me that could have been burning, but I shook my head, and refused to turn around.
                “Walk, run, I don’t know, just something!” Mary cried as she finally reached the place where I was standing, I couldn’t tell whether the water droplets on her cheeks were tears or drops of rain as she stared into my face.
                I hesitated, “Do you know if Carrie and those guys got out okay?” gently nodding my head back towards the burning school, hoping the rain would mask my own tears as I did so.
                Mary bit her lip, “I’m sure they’ll be okay,” she said, more to herself than to me, “Carrie’s with them, they have to be okay.”
                I took a deep breath, “It’s so paradoxical that a fire can be blazing while the rain is pouring,” I remarked, still refusing to turn around or make the slightest movement, “It’s so—impossible, to believe.”
                “Well start believing it, Lex,” Mary scoffed, “how do people say it, it’s the end of the world, as we know it.”
                “As we know it,” I echoed quietly, “If it’s the end of the world as we know it, does it really mean that it is the end of the world, or simply, the end of everything we know to be familiar to us?” I posed, Mary only shrugged.  I guess it didn’t matter now, either way life, as we knew it, was changing for the worse.
                Both Mary and I jumped as a lightning bolt ruptured the black sky and hit the ground with a force that had nearly knocked both of us off our feet.
                “It’s getting closer,” Mary whispered, voice shaking, I could only nod.
                The heat coming from the burning building radiated with more intensity every second, the lightning grew bigger, and the thunder louder, but neither of us moved.  Between, no words were spoken, but from the one look we exchanged, we spoke volumes.  I squeezed my eyes shut and clasped my hands together, praying with everything I had that this was just some crazy, insane dream.  And that I would wake up the next morning to a warm comfortable bed, Mary laying to the bed on my left, Carrie to the right, and Ariel on the end.  All four of us safe and sound.
                I shook my head at the absurd suggestion.  This wasn’t a dream.  I felt the heat too intensely, heard the thunder too clearly, and saw the lightning too sharply, there was no way this was a dream.
                I flinched as I heard screams in the distance, students running frantically out of the building.  I could smell their singed clothing and the disgusting odor of burnt flesh.  But I didn’t turn around, I couldn’t turn around.  I couldn’t let myself see my friends for the last time with blackened skin and bloodshot eyes.  I couldn’t do it.
                “I don’t think I’ve heard Carrie or Ariel come out yet,” I whispered to Mary.
                My remark had been met with a gasp.  I saw Mary bury her face in her hands as she jaggedly let out her breath.  Her slim frame trembled violently as her sobs penetrated throughout her body.  To this I could only bow my head and bite my lips until I tasted blood. I could feel the color draining from my cheeks and felt my own breath begin to shorten.  This couldn’t be happening, the school couldn’t be on fire, and my friends had to be okay.  Carrie and Ariel had to be alive, they just had to be.  People like them didn’t die; they were too strong, too smart for that. 
                “No,” I whispered, “No!”
                “Yes, Lex!” Mary sobbed, “Look behind you, Lex!”
                I shook my head; I could feel hot tears well up in my eyes as I regarded my best friend, “No!” I screamed, grabbing her by the shoulders and weakly shaking her.  “They’re alive, they’re gonna be okay, we’re all gonna be okay!”
                Mary looked at me, tears rolling down her cheeks, and shook her head, “It’s twelve, twenty-one, twelve, Lex,” Mary said slowly, “It’s the end of the world, Lex, we’re all not going to be okay.”  I shook my head, but Mary only bit her lip and nodded, “It’s the end of the world, Lex, the end of everything, no one gets out alive.”

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IMSteel replied...
Dec. 23, 2012 at 9:25 pm

Wait...are you saying you wanted the world to go kaboom? Why would that crush our dream?  Just asking. 

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Katsa08 replied...
Jan. 29, 2013 at 1:45 pm

Okay, this is suuuuper late, but I found it on my computer so, why not? :D

“S%^t!” Kat clumsily dodged another giant charcoal chunk, flaming its way straight towards her head. She was tiring – they all were – and starting to wonder if a sound braining would really hurt all that much. She wiped sweat from her cheek, probably smearing more ash onto her face, not that it could be helped any more.
“Katsa!” a shriek, and she turned to see her Guard, fifty feet further away than she had originally assumed, Lissa and Nile’s knees quaking under Carson’s weight as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Her heart screamed at the sight of his mangled leg, the big idiot. She had been about to step on that mine.
Izzie covered them, swinging her staff at brainwashed attackers – the citizens they had all sworn to protect – and falling mini-meteors alike. Her little body heaved with gasps and that sprained wrist couldn’t have been comfortable, but she fought on viciously, dirty pink hair glowing like a sunset swarmed with fire. And Damian-
Wait. Where the f&*% was he?
“Iz! Get down!” a voice to her side.
Then a whistling sound, a blinding white light, and Kat was wrenched off the ground by her waist, tossed over a shoulder so hard her ribs bent inward, and spirited away, eyes dazed and ears ringing.
Ian set her down, shaking a little, but didn’t let her go. His red eyes frosted over to their familiar brown, and he hugged her to his chest, quickly getting ahold of himself.
Kat, still dazed, shook her head a little, “What was that?”
“Another goddam.n mine,” he growled. “You’ve got to be more careful, klutz. They’ve taken a liking to you.”
She sighed, “Where’s the shrapnel?”
“Hm?” he wasn’t really listening, too busy reassuring himself that they were still alive.
“Carce knocked me out of the way before, and got half his leg torn out. Where’d you get hit?”
Damian carefully rolled his neck, “My shoulder.”
“Here. Lemme see.” She turned him around and, before he could protest, before she lost her nerve, yanked the metal shard from under his shoulder blade.
“Ugh! Son of a-”
“Bi*ch, I know,” Kat patted his arm gently. “Will it heal?”
Ian snorted, recovering from the shock, “Faster than if it would have hit you.”
“Sorry, bud,” she turned from her sometimes-boyfriend and looked out into the fray. “You don’t get props for supreme genetics.”
She felt him reach for her hand, “How ‘bout great kissing?”
Kat glanced back and forward again, annoyed, “Right now, apocalypse takes precedence over your insecurities. Maybe later.”
She didn’t need to look to know he was pouting. But the sing of his sword being drawn was a sign that he wasn’t having an aneurysm, just seeing how far he could milk the injured thing. Her rebuff didn’t seem to phase him though.
“Just for good luck?” the possessed citizens were pushing the guards into close ranks, forming a circle around them. Lissa kicked at one who decided to try their luck taking down a wounded Carson. Even with her man weighing her down, the staggering attacker flew backwards.
Katsa fell into a fighting stance, “Survive this,” she ordered, smiling at his dear, familiar face. “Then we’ll talk.”
There was a long pause, and the sensation of a strong arm snaking around her waist, “Um, no.” Kat blinked rapidly at his blatant rejection. Damian, still holding onto her, ran his sword through a stumbling citizen with a repulsive squish. “You see that? Zombies are trying to kill us, Kat. The world is on f^%#ing fire! I’ll be damned if I die here without a goodbye kiss!” He slammed their lips together, and it really couldn’t be anything but a goodbye. Something deep inside her told Katsa that she wouldn’t be kissing him again, at least, not in this world. No tears were shed, and it ended way too quickly.
Kat stepped back, and glanced around at the people who survived to see this moment with her. Liss cradling Carson’s head and aiming the gun that was slowly running out of ammunition. Izzie twirling her staff angrily like some kind of deranged ballerina. And Nile, the man who would always be first, always be the bar to be set. Their spilled blood would match on this battlefield. Katsa blew a kiss to her brother, and watched as he caught and set it close to his heart.
This was a good way to die, with her family at her back and a firm hand interlocked with her own. She squeezed it quickly, “Don’t let go.”
Damian turned his brown eyes on hers, “Sweetheart,” he arched that infuriating eyebrow. “When have I ever?”

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Jan. 29, 2013 at 3:00 pm

Would love to do this later but don't have the time right now. commenting for future reference.

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RarelyJaded replied...
Feb. 3, 2013 at 2:03 pm

Lol, and I thought I was the only one! It WOULD have been cool to go all survivor... Hmmm

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