Apocalypse Writing Novels & Stories

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.

"His name is Xyder Holt. One may say he's Sir Holt's burden." Chad was filled with confusion as he looked at him. Xyder crouched by a flower bed on the roadside, digging through the dirt and muttering, "The apocalypse is coming. They're all fools. They don't listen to me, and they'll all die..." "Xyder, why do you believe the apocalypse is coming?" "Uncle Zayan! Why are you here? The apocalypse is definitely coming from the sky..." Xyder spoke with absolute certainty, even pointing to the sky at the end.

They rarely expect reassurance. She gives the speech anyway. Because Nora deserves to know. Ben deserves to know. The woman three rows back, nursing an infant beneath a patched blue blanket, deserves to know. And because a leader who tells the truth only when it is convenient is not a leader. She is weather. So Maya stands at the front of the room they build for joy and tells them about the people who build the apocalypse. She keeps it clean. “The collapse wasn’t an accident.” The room settles around the words. “It was made. Deliberately. A small group decided there were too many people in the world and arranged to correct that.”

"I just think she's a good girl, so I couldn't help saying a few words. As the saying goes, when flowers are in bloom, pick them while you can—don't wait until there are no flowers left and break a branch in vain." Ray said lazily, "Oh right, I forgot to mention—I've got one, two, three, four… over twenty flowers at home." Principal Rucker rolled his eyes and stood up. "Pretend I said nothing." Another three days passed. Checking the calendar, it was already October 1st. The apocalypse had begun on June 1st—exactly four months ago. Four months? Ray stared at the phone screen, momentarily dazed. Only four months? He had thought several years had passed. Yet, it had only been four months.

"We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please." My cheeks were flushed. Leno was shaking with laughter (how I wanted to pour gravy down his shirt) and Helene gave me a knowing wink. Dad cleared his throat and we all turned to him. "Right. The apocalypse," said Dad, looking bemused. "Well, technically, it's the Second Wane, and the TriWorld doesn't like the use of terms like the apocalypse since it may affect public morale. However, it is quite appropriate. There are many things we need to prepare for because of this. I considered putting off my announcement, but since there's no guarantee that any of us will be alive after two years, I decided that n

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

Else, there'd be nobody, none on earth. I did the only thing that made sense. I jumped. And fell to my death. I woke up with a start, looking around. I was in detention. I never thought I'd ever be glad to see myself in detention. "I saw something, something I don't understand. But I was there. I saw it" I said trying to make myself understood. It seemed like I was rambling. Figures. "Guys," I said as soon as I calmed them down. "The Apocalypse is coming, don't ask me how I know, I just do." Damn. That sounded way better in my head.

“I will not tell you words like, we will win and peace will return, it would be lying to you. I will only tell you—Thank you, all of you, for putting down the axe and fighting side by side, to protect our lands. We live as warriors and die as heroes.” The scream of those present makes the earth vibrate, and from here...the end of everything begins. Apocalypse POV Here is the man who is haunting my memories; he is his desire to win. I hear every word of his speech, and his voice triggers strange emotions in me. “I hope Apocalypse, you will keep your word.” “Don’t doubt it.” I unleash my energy, and at this moment, his eyes are glued to mine as he’s moving forward. We move as well, and I from

Apparently a lot. I had a pit in my stomach. I knew something wasn’t right for while now, I didn’t have a good feeling about the way things were going but I at least thought that we had a little bit of time. I didn’t think that things would go downhill this fast. Not this soon. Not this early. I need more time. I know I said that I was ready to die but maybe now that the time seems so near, I might actually not be ready for it. “The Apocalypse has begun.”