A Collection of Badly Written Short Stories

The end of the world

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The writing prompt I used for this story was, write a story with the first line of the story being, "The world did not end. in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time"

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The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time. 

The invasion came as a devastatingly fatal surprise. Hoards of cruel and terrifying creatures not of this realm surrounded the outer walls of the city, humanity's last stand against total eradication of their species.

The Phoenix task force, the king's finest, were the first to leave the walls. This is where the first screams began, a man, no older than thirty years of age, was torn limb from limb. Soon to follow was a woman who was eaten alive, a man whose lower half was crushed into a mere paste, and the other two hundred deaths and subsequent harrowing screams of what remained of the task force. The creatures broke their lines and entered the city, the unfortunate souls who remained in the outer walls died painful deaths, their screams could be heard from miles away.

The remaining soldiers held their lines within the inner walls, their futile attempts to prevent the inevitable, the futile prayers of the common folk and soldiers alike were left unnoticed by ancient ones.

The king watched from his chambers, he watched his kingdom, his people, everything he fought so hard for, crumble. He stood and walked toward the hidden door, just beside his bed. He heard the screams get louder as he began the descent into the darkness, the lone torch at the end of the tunnel being his only guiding light.

His foot hit the bottom step as the screams began within his palace, within the hidden tunnel he could hear, his beloved workers and family be torn apart by these monsters. The king knew that one day, during his reign, humanity would fall. He was no stranger to Mother fate and he knew that her binds cannot be broken. He knew that no matter what he did, there would be no way to defeat them and survive, but there was a way to defeat them. During the repairs of the walls, he had explosives built into the outer and inner walls, this would kill everyone and everything within a thousand miles radius of the walls.

He stood in front of the lever, the one that would end it all. His life flashed before his eyes and it seemed that all the lives of the kings before him also flashed before him. He placed his hand on the lever, inhaled, and pushed down...

The last scream of humanity, the last human voice of this realm, done by the man who swore to protect it.