The Way The World Ends Novels & Stories

“This is the end George” *****

Family, love, and happiness… THE END

she babbled on and I walk toward her with clenched fist. “Little stunt? Because of you, he might go to jail!” I yell in her face. “Better to see him there than with you and that...thing you're carrying” she sways her hand in front of me and I rest my hand over my tummy. “You're a horrible person Bethany and the whole world is going to see that” “Don't act like this is the end. Just watch and see, Damien is going to reject you and that child when it's born” she smirks.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

In order to keep the world running as it should, no one could know how it all worked. There were plenty of rumors, but no one ever bothered to find out. It didn’t matter what the Ten were… they made life good. There was never a reason to question or worry. Until one curious, stupid little boy changed everything. One child was the downfall of our world. So much was lost, perhaps forever. The Ten are scattered. Dead, sick, captive… no one knows for certain. No one… except myself, and the desperate handful of people taken into the Ten’s confidence, working to save the world.

Maybe we were never meant to last forever. I just looked at Gianna coldly and said, "Gianna, whatever we had is in the same state as these photos now. It can never be restored to how it was." Then, I shook her off and left the cafe. Ingrid was waiting for me at the door. We exchanged looks and smiled at each other. The cold fall wind began to blow, and the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air with a sweet, spicy scent. It was a beautiful day, and I believed that my future was going to be just as beautiful.

We are home. THE END

A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself. This was the end. There was no coming back from the threshold I had just been dragged across. The world was ending, and I was bleeding out at its horrific epicenter. My eyelids grew heavy. The frantic flutter of my pulse against the encroaching darkness beat one final time in my throat... twice... then stilled entirely. The searing pain, the suffocating fear, the apocalyptic chaos—all of it receded into the distance, falling away into a vast nothingness.

If I were to give into all of this now, then not only would those who depend on us be doomed, but the very world as we know it. ‘If we give in, then everything ends!’ I insist. ‘Let it end.’ Hana murmurs, too lost to decipher right from wrong. ‘Who cares if the world comes to an end? What did that world ever do for us except leave us to suffer and hurt while others lived happily?

Half a month later, Clement and Anthea arrived at the bungalow in Uri's impatience and anticipation, this time, they also brought him lots of food. Sitting in a wooden house without candlelight, Anthea hugged Uri's arm in fear. "Why don't you light a candle? I'm afraid of the dark." "Should not." Clement immediately objected. "Having light will easily attract the attention of others. Your brother, his friend, and I are here; what are you afraid of?" Anthea did not dare to ask for more. She sat quietly beside Uri, listening to the stories of the men. "In the book about the creator god, I saw a passage about how mankind was saved from the devil's clutches by Genesis and became the master of th