“Remember,” she said to her client, “just because you can’t think of anything new to write this moment doesn’t mean the world is going to end.”
The poet agreed and wished his agent a good night as she walked to the garden gate.
She didn’t make it.
No one did.
Harris Coverley wrote this story.
The time viewer was built on the theory that positrons were electrons traveling backward in time. I could view the future of Lunar City.
Then I viewed an hour forward and the screen flashed white, then—
So now I sit thinking, what can I do? What would you?
Teel James Glenn is the multiple award-winning author of the bestselling Exceptionals series, the Maxi/Moxie series, the Dr. Shadows series, the Renfairies series, and others. Visit him at theurbanswashbuckler.com.
“When is the end of the world?” he asked, looking up to ascertain the position of the stars in the cosmos. “Deneb has yet to wink out, while Orion’s lights still burn strong.”
She laughed, saying, “None of that matters—just archaic nonsense. Come, we have a demon to invoke.”
Kevin DeLuca is a writer of weird fiction and fantasy. He was short-listed for the 2014 Fish Flash Fiction Prize, and has been published in Flash Fiction Magazine.
The clock’s echoes reverberate. They are amplified tenfold with each return.
My heart beats at the bars of its bony cage, threatening to find a new abode should I fail to give it respite.
Sweaty fingers slip—I am sorry.
This is it. The end of our world.
Eamonn Hickson is a Creative Writing student in the Institute of Technology, Tralee, Ireland.
Where cars once drove there is now wilderness, overrun with animals who never used to call this place their home.
The buildings now serve as monuments for a great society forgotten in time.
He stares across the city and listens to it speak, with the realization he is truly alone.
Adam Randall has previously been featured on 50-word stories, and hopes to one day complete some great masterpiece. He just needs to figure out just what that might be.
The colors swirled before my eyes like a cracked kaleidoscope spilling its contents into a surrealist landscape.
A part of me knew that something was terribly wrong, but that voice was drowned out by the sea of sensations washing over me. And so I just danced while the world ended.
Chris Griglack was born and raised in Massachusetts where he has lived for 24 years. He graduated from the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth in 2012 with a degree in Writing, Rhetoric, and Communications.
I know this guy who saves puppies. He hears the world’s gonna end. He doesn’t believe it, he’s not religious, but he wants it to be true. When it doesn’t happen, he’s depressed.
So was I. I was depressed because the guy who saves puppies wants the world to end.
Walter Campbell lives and works in Philadelphia, went to school in New England, and grew up in LA, but he’ll write pretty much anywhere. Recently, his work has been published in Jersey Devil, Six Sentences, Dogzplot, MicroHorror, Toasted Cheese, and Glossolalia.