You’re probably tired about hearing the world is ending. But I just had to write this.

But we survived, right?

*      *     *     *

Distantly, a noise rumbled, growing gradually louder.

In the trees, monkeys screamed. Birds took flight, flying frantically under a rapidly darkening sky. Underground, rodents and other animals huddled in their burrows, waiting for the tempest to pass.

Instead, the sound grew and grew, and the ground began to tremble.

And the world imploded with a thunderous sound that deafened every listening ear, so the last moments of the world were silent. In ringing silence, the world folded in on itself. Trees toppled like dominoes, mountains crumpled like foil, lakes drained into gaping holes. The holes ripped wider, filling with tumbling landscape, but they somehow kept growing no matter what fell into them.

Folding impossibly inward, the world crumbled away, into a vast and soft darkness.

The remaining haze of scattered molecules breathed in, and then white bloomed from the center, a light so searing it would have blinded any watching eyes.

But there were no eyes to see.

The white spread,and flared even brighter, unobserved. Colors spread from its blank bright center, flowering from multiple points, the petals stretching and swirling through the whiteness.

Soon there was no quiet vastness of white left, only swirls and smears of color.

The colors warped and spread, growing denser and thicker from a single point. Soon a planet spun in the center of the colorful chaos. The surface teemed with a fog over a living soup, land shouldering up from the liquid, and gasses clinging to the sphere in an all-encompassing blanket.

The colors retreated, leaving behind a vast blackness. Far in the distance, pinpoints of light flared into existence.

On the surface of the sphere, the colors clarified, into browns and green stretching across the land, and blues seeping up from the liquid. Bacteria grew and multiplied, life growing more complex from single-cell to multiple-celled organisms. Some organisms oozed out onto the sand. Many creatures died, on the land and in the sea, but many made copies of themselves before they perished. Soon, plants covered the ground, trees stretching high, grasses and flowers waving in the breeze. Animals tunneled in the earth, ran across its surface, flew in its atmosphere, and swam in its oceans.

And then, a distant rumble grew, and the in a placid meadow, grazing deer lifted their heads in panic.


About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

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