The End

Micro fiction Horror

I always thought that when the world ended it would be in a huge explosion, not a breathless whisper.

But real life hardly ever plays out like it does in the movies.

Hollywood needs spectacle, but real life doesn’t care for it.

Time is forever until it is no more.

Some stupid scientist decided to muck about with antimatter and the world began to unravel like some badly knitted jumper.

God created the world in six days.

Man will undo it all in three.

I stand before the shimmering wave that is slowly absorbing the buildings, cars and people.

You can’t out run it, well you can but you’re going to run out of road eventually, so what’s the point?

Some people are running around, but most like me, are waiting for the end.

An elderly couple hold hands as families hug one another, crying softly into shoulders and chests.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the wave covers me in its soft blackness.

Jason Duck 2025.

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