They said that the world would end on December the 12th, 2012.1
I didn't believe them, of course.2
It was such an arbitrary date- it didn't even have any music to it, you know- none of the grandeur of an 08/08/08, an 01/01/01, what have you.3
It didn't even scan well in poetry- "and to an end the world shall come, in tumty-tumty-tumty-tum", that sort of thing.4
So no, I didn't believe them when they said that the world would end on the 12th of December, 2012.5
And when the day dawned bright and early, and when I went to to work the same as always, and when I came home the same as always, and the sky didn't fall and the Old Gods didn't rise and nothing at all of any interest didn't happen, I found myself smiling to myself at their stupidity.6
I wish I hadn't.7
Because now it's a second before midnight on the 13th of December, 2012- a Friday the 13th, why didn't I see that, why didn't I see it coming?- and the streets are full of hideous, ravening monsters, and I can hear the screams in the streets below, and I can hear them rampaging through my building, and I've got my shotgun under my chin, and I wish I'd listened...
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Comments
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Wow. That ended very creepy like...
I refuse to look at the calendar to see if there is a Dec 13, 2012...
Interesting story, very well done


