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[F]uture was told to me. [O]f water from the sky. [R]eady an ark. [T]hat holds two of each kind. [Y]ears I toiled. [D]on't give up, I was told. [A]nd then I was finished. [Y]ears'd gone by, I was old.
#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.
#Nightdwellers #apocalypse There was no need to keep track of the date anymore. For all they knew, there was no time. The remaining cluster of people walked to Iceedge in a line.
Part 3 of . John had arrived in his battered old transit van with coat hanger antenna in a ploom of thick smoke that was even visible in the darkness.
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.
The world is shifting beneath my feet, breaking and falling apart. Everywhere I gaze there's an eerie crack splitting the sidewalk in half.
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.
I'm all alone now, Everyone's gone. I'm all alone, There's no more song. Yesterday there were many, Today there's only me. I look for a companion, But my shadow is all I see.
She looked back at me. All the color and expressions had left her. My heart sort of sank as I embraced myself for the worst. "Ashlynn, come here," she said patting her lap. I got up and sat in her...
"Ash wake up," said a voice. She could feel her body being lightly shook. She opened her eyes. There were a set of blue crystal clear eyes staring back at her. She stretched, yawning.
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 Saturday, December 22, 2012. So it's nearing midnight and we're all still here. Or this is the afterlife and we just haven't realized it yet. Today is an important day...
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.
If this is the end of the world I'd just like to say. I'll admit that I didn't believe it, That it's not just like any other Friday. If I don't meet anyone today, And the world decides to end.
I've been a bit of an idiot, you see I believed the world would end. I drew out all my life savings and sent a love letter to my girlfriends friend.
So here we sit, on arguably, the most anticipated day for 5,000 years.
The world is cloaked in chaos For the end of the world is nigh People are frantically hugging Telling each other goodbye I sit back with a cup of tea And watch the madness unfold I won't be scared...
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...
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.
Will there be a tomorrow. Will today be my last. Will it happen slow as slow. Or will it happen fast. Will the preping be for nothing. Will I have too much supply. Will it keep on going right.
Hello again, and today is Monday, December 17, 2012. For the next four days I'll be creating poems, each one for a different apocalyptic horseman, seeing as the world is supposed to end by Friday.