Imagine: A Writing Contest {Closed}

《 In the End 》

A Short Story Written by DivergentDemigodSly 

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In the end there will be a flash. 

Akira Slyvestor had always wondered what that meant. Now, at the ripe age of 16 he knew. 

It meant that the world would be demolished, and rebuilt all within that single flash. 

Science would be overturned, physics destroyed, humanity lost, and worst of all, life would be rewritten. 

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Akira had been 16 when the Flash had happened, now, now, now he wasn't sure how old he was. It'd been a long time though, a really long time. 

When the Flash had happened life had been remade, rewritten, redone. Instead of science there was magic, instead of Earth there was apocalypse. 

The magic was different then those that had been in story books, not full of fun and whimsy it was instead that of danger and death. The magic boiled and tore at the universe, trying its best to destroy and change everything. The people that welded it changed, changed into things, full of hate and malice they went around destroying anything and everything breaking, tearing, maiming, hurting. 

A former scientist- who'd died soon after the Flash if Akira remembered correctly- had said that Earth had transformed due to something including the sun, it's ultra violet rays, and oxygen...

Perhaps the sun had met with an impossible pocket of air and it's ultra violet rays exploded outward?

 No, no... That's not right... Right?

Akira shook his head, his fingers crippling up as he felt the cold of winter- or was it summer? Shaking his head he continued on his way, stepping over the debris and making his way toward what had once been the largest peak in North America, now it was barely a hill in the middle of a desert. He continued with his log, it was the only thing keeping him insane... 

No, not insane... Sane was it?

At this point he couldn't tell the difference, long ago he'd it would've made sense, but not now. He was tired now, and ready to fall, to collapse. 

No! Keep

Akira stumbled, fighting to keep his mind on his mental journal.

Must- 

Akira moved backwards startled as he realized that the hill was gone, replaced with a creator.

No-

He fell suddenly, letting the evil of the landscape pierce him, warp him. Then he understood. 

He wished he didn't. 

Closing his eyes he stood up, forced himself to keep going, knowing that it would only be a little longer, only a little longer then he'd be there. Back home, back with.... Back with what? 

Corpses

Ah yes, the corpses, of who Akira no longer knew. All he knew was that at one point they'd been important to him, important enough that he'd started burying them. 

And so Akira continued on, moving toward an impossible place, a mountain that became a hill, a mirage and the corpses of people he once knew, mentally cataloging his life, trying his best to survive, trying his best to fight against death. 

In the end...

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