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#FridayFun. It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine. A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind. It steps into my skin, looks out through my eyes.
The stars have fallen, The moon's on fire, All the flowers have wilted. The sun's stopped shining, The sky turned orange. All the planets have tilted.
Part 1 of . 'Donut's is there nothing they can't do' was repeating over and over before Ian pushed down on the slice of cake, which doubled up as a snooze button on his novelty Simpsons alarm clock.
Hopeless, Not Romantic Everyday, is the same. I slowly started to feel nothing- I was fading away into the deepest darkness anyone believed their was. My emotions slowed, to a blank state.
As the world crumbles down around us, I'll sit there with you. As the sun engulfs the sky and consumes everything, we'll sit there and talk about our past. People will run around, filled with despair.
#bestofopuss. Cut back the grass. Until there's no more. Pack up your suitcase. And deadbolt the door. The green and the blue. Now brown and black. There's nothing to do. And there's no way back.
Tonight the sky fell, And the moonlight died, The stars slipped down, And the clouds then cried. The world shook with fear, And the soil burned, The waters dried, And the Earth was spurned.
From the skies, a rain of fire fell in a cascade of destruction. A monster dealing death from above, burning all it touched. With it, came a miasma of disease and rot. The world collapsed.
Hello again, and today is Friday, December 21, 2012. So today we didn't all die. Or yet, at least, the clock's hand hasn't stuck twelve yet. And the Mayans might have been the latecomer type.
So it didn't happen did anyone really think it would. Your advent calendar runs out soon watch out. I don't get it. People stock piling food and water in case they survive.
With a new world hanging in the air it's time for me to change. Might as well just survived the end of the world. So it's time to start the next chapter of my life I will call, My life not after...
Bloody silly Mayans And their apocalypse They must have all been smoking Substances that give you trips I took it all on board Built a bunker underground To keep me safe from Earth's...
*This is a mini series that I've chose to do with all the "end of times" nonsense going around. It is about a zombie apocalypse.
Omg tomorrow as Mayan prophecy foretells it is the end of the world as we know it. What would you do if you knew it was your last day on earth. How would you spend your last day.
*Zayden's P.O.V.* When I walked into her room, Ash's mom was up and looking out her window. She spun around and looked at me. "What has the world come too?," she asked. "The end," I replied.
"Where to?," he said. I pulled a set of keys out of my jacket pocket. "I'll drive," I said. He shrugged his shoulders. "That's ok with me," he said.
I didn't talk to Zayden for the rest of the night. Not that I was mad at him, I just didn't know what else to say. I didn't sleep a wink that night and when I finally did my mom poked her head in.
Broken, bleeding, spent, bent old men, twist tales and Build a city of lies upon a bed of nails, somewhere they Make the young believe that life is good, and kind yet, Really we're just waiting for...
(just an idea) Part 1 *^*^*^* "Come on Crescent... We'll be late!" calls Sam from the dark, dingy kitchen. I sit at the small mirror looking deep into my reflection.
Hello again, today is Monday, December 10, 2012. In eleven days the world is supposed to end. According to the Mayan calendar, our beloved Earth will hit its expiration date on the 21st of December.
Meow motherfuckers So yeah, a whole lot about the world going to end sometime before the new year. The 21st of December being general consensus by what I'm hearing.
I have often thought On silver-mist hazed days, Punctuated by the soft beat of the rain on the glass: What would I whisper to you Huddled close under a collapsed wall, and Clutching you tight,...
The monsters stumble over the remains of my father, all their eyes focused on me as I run for the back door.
The walls come tumbling down and take with them all the history every written on them. All the untold tales that they witnessed and withstood wiped away as they fall.