The World Ends Tomorrow Novels & Stories

Tomorrow, there would be a new battle to win. (The End)

The ER has been short-staffed lately, and you'll cover there for a few days. I looked out the window at the darkening sky and allowed myself a faint smile. "Understood. I'll report tomorrow." After hanging up, I walked to the minibar and poured myself a glass of red wine. Elliot's immune system had already been completely destroyed. At most, he would survive until tonight before going into shock. Jeannie was about to experience the most desperate moment of her life. "Cheers." I raised my wine glass toward my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

- I was informed that you were standing on red square and preached about the approaching end of the world. - True. "When will the world end?" - August 12, 2060 A.D. - That is tomorrow? - True. - Alexey, will you continue? "Sergey Petrovich, of course," Alexey confirmed, and turned to the patient. – What makes you think the world will end tomorrow?" "Because the high Father called me to save you from certain death." "Well, if we inevitably die, how can you save us?" Alexey blinked his right eye at Sergei Petrovich.

The Horror stood above shattered kingdoms. Mountains collapsed beneath its shadow. The world was ending. Thomas recognized the battlefield immediately. It was their world. His world. And standing before the Horror— was himself. Alone. Every other Crown Holder was gone. Ava. Rowan. Cassian. Valen. Dead. The realization hit him like a blade. The future Thomas fought desperately. But he was losing. Slowly. Inevitably. Then darkness swallowed the vision. A second future appeared. This time the world survived.

Maya lets go and runs. "Thursday," she mutters, as smoke rolls over the skyline. Dex looks at her. "What?" "The world ends on a Thursday." Something screams from inside the building above them. Maya starts climbing down.

“None of them have the resources I do, and they certainly don’t have the insights. I’d prefer to keep this—quiet too.” “Then turn it over to the detectives, Andrew.” “We don’t know what ‘it’ is, darling, beyond that it seems to be slowly coming to an end as people keep dying.” “Is that your solution then?” “Please, don’t judge me harshly, Evelyn. I want answers as much as you do,” he said softly. “But not at the cost of the things that we have. The children are happy, maybe for the first time in their lives, and we have each other and an entirely different future expanding before us. The world of yesterday is in the past, and nothing that we do now will undo it. If I have to choose, I want t

CLARA Everything goes silent, not like death. Worse, like the world forgets I exist. The pain, the weight, the sound of my own blood—gone. And then I’m falling, not down, not anywhere, just… through something endless and bright. Light surrounds me from every direction, soft and warm, like the air itself is breathing. I don’t have a body or maybe I do, but I don't feel it anymore. I drift and drift until I see her.

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

They'd just take up space. The End

I close my eyes. I think: tomorrow is going to have HR in it. Tomorrow is going to have PR in it. Tomorrow is going to have my mother calling me in it, and Sophie is yelling at me in it, and the entire world has opinions in it. Tomorrow is going to be loud. Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time.