Catastrophe Novels & Stories

“Is it supposed to happen this fast? I always assumed I’d just... grow to love someone. Maybe. At least tolerate them,” she shook her head. “I didn’t expect... this...” her bottom lip was quivering as she attempted to explain something she didn’t understand herself. “But I am falling hopelessly in love with you, and it’s the best worst thing ever.”

I assured her. “The first three years of marriage were incredible, Jorge made me so happy that I barely thought about home… about you guys. Everywhere we went, people called us the disgustingly perfect couple, because that’s how good we were together,” She shifted in her seat. “Until he lost his mom and got fired from work a few months later. Our happy life just collapsed into a downward spiral from then on. Before I knew it, Jorge was staying out late, coming home disgustingly drunk… seeing other women. He later started doing drugs, and when I did suggest that he seek help, he beat me black and blue for even thinking of suggesting such an outrageous thing.”

I got Interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe. "He is here! Arrrrrrrrgh!. He is here!." She squeals excitedly. Immediately she announced that, all the girls stood up and began screaming loud. "Omg!." "He is so handsome!." "Is he a demigod??". I had to cover both of my ears with my palms due to the noise. All the girls rushed to the entrance. Who could have caused this attention?? Is it a president??. "What's happening?." I asked Suzanne.

He could never win with her, never get a word in. When the flashback ended, Bashir Bakura cursed himself for being so unsuccessful at the time, for taking the money Bushratou's father had offered and gone abroad to make a name for himself in architecture. It was one of his worst decisions. His second most regretted decision was never checking up on the child Bushratou had and his worst ever decision, was marrying Yaana. He regretted it bitterly.

If only I'd had known you had a storm to weather So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So, before you go.

00:25:48. Panic, cold and slick, began to seep into the edges of Anton’s control. He looked at the global map, at the nodes representing hospitals, banks, grids. He thought of the chaos, the cascading collapse. The legacy of his name would not be an empire, but an apocalypse.

It was easier to slide down back, but he got bruises while doing that. When Maddox got to the ground, he started running as fast as he could because he knew there's a possibility the larva catches up with him while running. Half an hour had passed, and he felt the ground shaking, he looked back and saw that the larva was out already and was overflowing, rushing towards him, destroying anything that was left. It was called the volcano of Doom because whenever it erupts, it destroys everything, that's why there's no living being there. Whoever is trapped, there is said to be doomed.

"About your extinction fantasy? Yes." "Fantasy?" She showed news footage. Massive earthquake in Japan. Hurricane in Florida. Volcanic eruption in Indonesia. All within six hours. "These aren't natural disasters. These are accelerations. The collapse is speeding up. I give humanity ten years. Maybe less. When food runs out and water dries up, people will kill each other. Wars. Genocides. The end of everything. Unless we're ready. Unless we've built the ark." "You're insane."

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

Everything was in disarray, the world around them teetering on the brink of collapse. Kathleen could hear nothing but Jay’s agonized screams and Ruby’s strained grunts, their voices cutting through the chaos as the entire structure quaked violently. She had fully expected the house to crumble around them, burying them in its ruin. Yet, by some improbable stroke of fortune—or perhaps divine intervention—it held its ground. The turmoil, however, had taken its toll. Kathleen had succumbed to the overwhelming force, falling unconscious amidst the destruction. It was only the insistent urgency in Tomoya’s voice that roused her back to a tenuous consciousness.