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It's a sickness inside us all. The virus that caused mankind's downfall. Once bitten, you're never the same. Once bitten, you won't even remember your name.
Dear future, It's the 18th of December 2012. I just thought you would like to know. I hope someone does end up reading this because the end is coming.
#opussweeklychallenge Oh, Dear Future, My name's Jack, It seems Miss Nature, Packs a whack, We've taken quite a beating, see, And we'll be done in digits, three, It started with America, She...
This isn't the end I refuse to believe If it was why am I writing Something no one will receive, When the ash clouds descended, When the lightening destroyed They told us 'write letters' We...
#opussweeklychallenge Dear Future I don't smoke, but here I am Flicking grey ash to the ground There's no real panic considering Not even a pin drop sound They've asked us to write a letter But I...
It's 18th December 2012, the end of the world is in three days.
The observation deck looked like Christmas. The screens flickered blankets over Dale and Brock, who lounged in their rolling chairs, eating chicken wings, drinking beer.
A world in peril. The end is now. Zombies through chemical warfare. Roam the streets of every city and town. Theirs brains no longer function. Hunger is all that drives.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, October 7, 2012. Now according to Hollywood and people with tin hats "twenty twelve" is the end all be all of our existence on Earth.
A fellow Opussien has just written a great Poem about the End Of The World.
A shockwave rippled through the ashen clouds, sending scarlet sparks flying across the frosted Autumn sky.
Decided to re-post my first Opuss (posted about 5 months ago) and collect opinions :) It'a short, apocalyptic piece... Remember those prophecies. The ones which we laughed at.
We're nearly there. The Mayan calendar ends, and with it, our civilisation. Perhaps. Or maybe they just ran out of space, and couldn't be arsed to carve another one.
Apocalypse,. Burning the earth,. Cutting it into pieces,. Destroying & upturning the dirt,. Emptying essence for all it's worth,. Freezing the world over in ice,. Gauging out the worlds eyes,.
Hi everyone I'm pretty mature but I'm looking for a bit of adult guidance, please help.
Clouds of ice and blazing skies, And petrified onlooking eyes, Cold sunsets paint the final night, Across the lands that glowed with light.
At first I assumed my reactions were along the lines of terrified, and shocked, because nobody was introduced to the situation traditionally. Well, as traditionally as any movie had introduced it.
It won't be long until Yule, though some say it will be different this year. Perhaps I am just a fool, for letting rumours steer. Still I've made my preparations, and I've gathered my supplies.
It didn't happen like she had thought it would. There were no explosions, no raging fires, no ruptures in the ground... and nothing but silence.
I've just calculated how many days until the supposed end of the world on 21st December 2012 when we all suffer a rather melodramatic death and the world all gets flooded.
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.
A not so long, but long enough that noone alive would remember it, time ago, far off the beaten path, in a remote part of the country, awkward to find, or even reach, there was a house.
How the world will end Is a mystery to us all Will the sun crash into us As a flaming ball. Will we kill off ourselves With war and polution.
The bright stars fell as you called my name, I heard your sweet voice amidst the cold rain, The thunder rumbled as your lips met mine, The lightening descended beautifully divine, I heard the angels...