3 Short Blurbs About The End Of The World
Sometimes I write stuff down that won’t ever become a full-length anything, be it a short story or whatever. Here are a few of them, all loosely related by a vague thematic thread:
The last living human opens his laptop and checks his OKCupid profile. He has three messages from a woman he never got a chance to meet. He feels less alone.
He wrote short stories about the zombie apocalypse. He thought he had a fresh take on the genre. He envisioned films, television series, and full length novels. But he died, and he stayed dead. Dead forever.
The Earth collides with the sun and everyone is incinerated except for the mother of dragons, don’t you watch Game of Thrones? She quickly suffocates from a lack of oxygen.