The Martian Ending Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, I went to your house this morning to pick up some documents, and I saw this on the couch. I believe Morgan had drawn this, and I thought it would make you happy just seeing it." He handed the drawing to me with three little stick figures holding hands in crayons with smiles on their faces. Scott thought it was the three of us. I thought so too… Until I saw the date in the lower right corner. That date was the day my parents had died in that car crash. My voice shook. "How did you get this drawing?" Scott looked confused and answered honestly. "It was on the living room couch. I picked it up without thinking..." I burst out laughing, my laughter sounding like it was laced with despair

If this explosive will explode it will trigger the other’s that are planted around the place, if we defuse this right everyone will be alright as the other men are finding the other explosives. “5 second left Cenon! ---” Terrence said and I immediately cut the dark green one that is near the white, the white one will be our ending. I shut my eyes close for a second, I was waiting for an explosion to happen but it didn’t. “F*ck, thank god!” Terrence said and blew a deep breath, I kneeled in there trying to regain my energy again as I felt like my heart skipped beating for a f*cking seconds. “I thought it’s our ending! D*mn I can’t die right now I’m not yet getting married to my man!” Terrence

​The return from the Oort Horizon was a journey through a solar system that felt fundamentally altered. The "Static of the Edge" had vanished, replaced by a profound, ringing clarity. As the Respiration glided past the Jovian moons and the Martian "Red Bloom," the crew could feel the weight of their final victory. The last ghost of the Old Guard—the Matriarch who had mistaken preservation for life—had been laid to rest.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Endings should announce themselves. A door closing. A siren stopping. Someone saying, “That’s it, then,” with the kind of grave timing that makes everyone look meaningfully at the horizon. Act One of Maya Rodriguez’s second apocalypse ends with Sam arguing that powdered milk should count as food, Nora threatening to reorganize the cleaning cloths by color, Aaron trying to fix a shelf he broke while insisting it was “already emotionally unstable,” and Ben asking whether Gerald needs a watch rotation.

The countless reasons people kept going, even when the world told them it was over. The End remained silent for a very long time. Then, something entirely unexpected happened. The ancient being slowly looked away from Ava, turning its gaze down toward Earth—toward humanity, toward the billions of tiny, flickering lives unfolding below. And for the first time since its arrival, it didn't look powerful or terrifying. It just looked thoughtful. Far away, in the tense silence of the Manhattan warehouse, Marco slowly lowered the heavy pistol Luca had given him. Vincent stared up at him, his face a mask of shock, confusion, and raw terror.

He slowly vanished into the crowd. ........................................................... Finally, after five long hours of pure torture, the party was over and everyone was gone. We cleaned the bar and the tables and left for home. It was 3:00 am and I was running like crazy to get home as fast as I could. I haven't called Bella since I left the house, and when I did, she didn't reply. I took my phone and started calling Bella again, but still, she didn't pick up. I run faster and I can feel my blood boiling from anger. I swear to God if something has happened to her, I am not taking responsibility for what happens next. I got to the building and got to my window. I started knocking on

"Yes, Luke. I'm throwing you away now. From now on, you can stay exactly where you belong and spend the rest of your life regretting how you betrayed me and destroyed everything." "No, Bianca! You can't do this to me! Come back!" He cried out desperately and slammed his hands against the glass. The guards immediately restrained him. I stood, smoothed the wrinkles from my shirt, then turned and walked away without looking back. Outside, the sunlight was almost blinding. I looked up. Clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky. Ramond was dead, and Luke's life was destroyed. Their so-called happy family of three had been nothing more than an illusion built on lies and betrayal.

Millions of them. And on every door, there was a date: March 30, 2026. "Every door is the same day," Kael whispered, looking out the window. "It’s a graveyard of the same twenty-four hours." The taxi screeched to a halt in front of a door painted a bright, violent red. The woman in the front seat turned around, her face reflecting the flickering lights of the hallway. "This is the door Julian never opened," she said. "Because on the other side of this door, the crash doesn't happen. But the world still ends."