The End of The World

The end of the world can be many things. It can be the end of the human race. It can be when the sun stops shining and blows up and earth has no more light. Or, it could just be a phrase used regularly by people who think there is such thing. But what if the world did end? What would happen then?

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No light, no sun. The world was in darkness. The slightest light came from candle. It was almost gone. Most of the wax was cold and in the dish below. The light flickered then went out.

"Get that light back on!" someone yelled.

"I can't! It's gone and that was the last candle!" a woman's voice wailed. Then a flicker of light turned on. It got bigger and bigger.

"What the?" said the first voice.

The light got bigger and bigger.

"The sun! It must be back!" screamed the woman.

"It can't be! The sun is gone! GONE! G O N E!" yelled the first voice. But the light still got bigger. And then a man's face appeared in the light. He had features of an angle. The light was coming from his fingertips. Magic!

"Death! It's come for us! You stupid woman what have you done!" screamed the first voice that was now recognized as a mans.

"Shut up old man! You don't know your place. But you are still right!" said the man that had just appeared from no were and brought light.

The woman, Alice, looked at the man closely. He wore clean clothes not like her. After the sun disappeared light disappeared slowly and slowly. Everybody was put it immediate darkness. Alot of people died because they didn't have the sun and their skin turned pale and after that serious injuries started.

People called it the Second Plague. Everybody was scared of death, the painful death. Most of the time the victims wished for themselves to be killed instead of live through the pain.

Only about 300 people were left in the world. The old and sick died in the first month of darkness. Electricity was gone as same as light. Music only came from the voice. But voices were now rare. Only in the dangerous situation would people scream, yell, or even talk.

Writing was forgotten. It would be lucky if you met anybody on this deserted earth. Everybody kept to themselves for fear of the horrid sickness.

The sickness had no cure. People tried but failed with death. Some say that when sickness has come a man in white will come and offer you a choice. But the choice is hard. It is either death or pain. What would you pick? Death? Pain?

They are both hard. But what is the right choice? For your comfort it would be death. For the world it would be death. But if you had a plan to help the world get rid of this sickness? Pain? This choice would be one of the hardest you would ever have to pick.

People call the man that comes the Angel of Death. He gives you a choice. But it's to hard. People would take the easy choice. Death.

So what happens to this couple? Who knows? It's the future. It might happen, it might not. All we know is it's possible. Only way we can help is treat the world differently.

We live on Earth. but we treat it like a dump! We throw trash in the oceans! We have war! We kill animals that then go extinct! We have fumes that kill everything! The earth may soon come to an end. Who knows for how long this planet will withstand out cruel beatings to it? Maybe a year, two years? How long? How long? No one knows but it's totally possible.

The most we can do is recycle! Help the world! For even Global Warming can do the biggest damage. A new Ice Age? Possible. The world gone? Possible. So help the Earth!