Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24381191-20140904164608

''This is just something that popped into my head while having a conversation with my friends about post-apocalyptic storylines that would be better than the zombie apocalypse. I know it's not realistic or even makes sense, I just thought I'd give it a shot. If people like it, I might even post it, but which title seems better? The End or Earth's Rebellion/Earth's Revolt? ''

I peeked over the edge. Blinding white light struck my face, and I shielded my eyes with my hand, and I could feel the perspiration start to form on my skin. No matter, it would all be over soon. I spun around, and lay on my bare back, looking up at the stars. The sky was full of them.

It was getting harder to breathe. No matter, it would all be over soon.

I glanced at the other people on this stretch of land, families huddled together, cying, praying, no, pleading to their respective gods. Even people I recognized as athiests did the same. Pitiful; pathetic. Humanity deserved to die, and now it was finally happening. We were dying. Along with the rest of the planet. I glanced up, another smaller part of the Earth's crust floated way high above ours; I had seen it a while earlier, and it had two deer on it. Soon, they were going to leave Earth's atmosphere and burst.

Who knew, maybe they were already dead.

I took another glance at Earth's fiery core. It was smaller now, farther away.

I sighed, returned to my relaxed pose. It was getting even harder to breathe. Drawing heavier breaths, my gaze returned to the stars. They seemed bigger. I closed my eyes and waited for the end. 